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builtbybrokenbells · 11 months

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Spitfire | EPILOGUE

A glimpse into the future of a rockstar and a witchy woman

Read part eight here

Pairing: jake kiszka x f!reader

Word count: 10k

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, swearing, dad jake, uncle josh, pregnancy, labour, parent stuff, yeah all that, sorry if I missed any!

hi! so sorry this took so long, I got a bit carried away while writing. disclaimer, this is probably not perfectly edited cause i rushed it. i really wanted to get this out so i could move on to the next adventure. But here’s some fluffy happily ever after dad Jake to warm your heart. it’s been a pleasure to write this series for you guys, and i hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did. no words can express how thankful i am for every comment, like, or reblog my works have gotten. you guys are the best 🫶🏻 as always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes

The front door creaked open, filling the quiet space with happy chatter. You didn’t bother to turn to look, already knowing who was coming inside. You stirred the pot on the stove, tapping the wooden spoon on the side, ridding it of any excess before setting it down on the counter. Just as you did so, you felt a body present itself behind you. When the familiar hands wrapped around you, resting on your stomach, the only thing you could do was smile. “Hello, beautiful.” The tickle of his long hair on your neck produced a giggle from your mouth. You turned to face him, leaning in for a kiss. When he pulled away, he crouched down, pressing a small kiss to your now very large belly. “Hello, squirt.” He greeted in a much more cheerful manner. Jake kept his hands on your belly, hoping for a kick. “Did you miss me?” He asked. After a moment, the familiar thud could be felt. He looked up at you with nothing short of elation on his face.

“Squirt better hurry up and make his break in the world, because he’s been terrorizing his mother all day.” You grumbled, but you both knew you were joking.

“Are you being mean to mama?” He scolded. You couldn’t help but laugh. The sight of him talking to your stomach was quite comedic, but it had become such a common occurrence that you barely batted an eye to it, anymore. “I’ll let it slide this time, just ‘cause I love you, but that’s my wife, little guy.” He turned his head up to look at you, a smile on his face.

“Only three more weeks.” You said, reassuring yourself more than anything else.

“If he’s anything like his sister, he may be here any day, now.” Jake reminded.

“Don’t say that!” You snapped, but your tone was still light. “We want a fully baked baby, this time.” He chuckled at your words.

“It will be fine. He will be fine, you will be fine, we’ll all be fine.” He assured you.

“Mhm,” you mumbled. “Where is the other terror twin? I heard him come in with you.”

“Take a guess.” Jake practically rolled his eyes. Just as he said so, you heard a bout of delighted squeals echoing down the hallway, accompanied by footsteps. Within a moment, Josh appeared in the kitchen carrying your daughter in his arms.

“Daddy!” She pointed at Jake, her smile so similar to her fathers. He wasted no time walking towards his brother, taking her from his arms. Josh looked to you, an expression of hurt on his face. You gave him a shrug as if to say ‘join the club’. When Layla was very young, she often mistook Josh and Jake for the same person because of how similar their faces were. Now that she was older, she could differentiate the hairstyles and voices, knowing immediately who they were. The love she had for them never changed, though. Josh walked over to you, placing a kiss to your cheek. You wrapped an arm around him, finding the easiest way of hugging was now from the side.

“How are you feeling, mama?” He asked, also placing a hand to your stomach.

“Tired, sore, grumpy… very whale-like.” You listed off.

“Still as beautiful as ever, though.” He reminded.

“Feeling very less than that lately, but thanks.” You sighed.

“You can feel that way, but it doesn’t make it true.” He said, pulling a chair out for you. He motioned for you to sit down, but you pointed to the stove. “I’ve got it, just relax. I’m sure you could use a break after running after her all day.” You gave a nod, being unable to agree more with what he was saying.

Aside from you and Jake, Josh knew more than anyone how energetic your daughter was. He was over all of the time, helping whenever he could and insisting that it was for you and Jake, but everyone knew that Josh took to being an uncle way easier than anything he’d ever done in his life. He adored your daughter just as much as Jake, or even yourself, and she felt the same way about him. Although, she was still very much a ‘daddy’s girl’ and whatever Jake was doing, she needed to be a part of it. You rested in the chair, closing your eyes at the moment of relief. Your back and abdomen had been cramping intermittently, warning you of something impending that you had been hoping was a false alarm. The more the day went on, the more it seemed like you wouldn’t be so lucky. Jake walked over, crouching before you with her in his arms. You smiled down at the two, still unable to get over the similarities between her and Jake.

“Is that mama?” You heard him whisper to her. She gave an eager nod. “Is she the best mama in the whole wide world?”

“Yeah!” She exclaimed. You felt your heart warm at the sound.

“I think so, too.” Jake agreed, giving you a smile. “And your baby brother is in there, too.” He told her. She looked back at him, eyes wide in disbelief. She did the same thing every time he told her, and it was just as funny every time.

“Innnn… there?” She pointed at your belly. You gave her a nod.

“In there, baby.” You told her. She reached her arms out to you, letting you know she wanted to sit with you, now. You readjusted on the chair, making it easier for Jake to place her on your knee. She gave a small, curious poke to your belly, recoiling almost immediately. Jake chuckled, still crouched beside you, just closer now.

Layla, your daughter, was just about three and a half. She was busy, and curious, and all of the things you would expect from a toddler. She looked just like her father, but had your personality for certain. She adored her Uncle Josh, and tolerated Uncle Sammy. They mostly terrorized each other when he visited. She was always fascinated with Uncle Danny’s curly hair, and had made fast friends with him once she grew accustom to his height. As for your brothers, she didn’t see them in person very often, aside from her other Uncle Sam, who was almost always at your house. Even so, she loved seeing them on the frequent video calls you had with them. You had moved to Nashville not long after graduating from your masters. Jake flew you down and fulfilled his promise; whatever house caught your eye was the one you were getting. You decided on a mid-sized ranch style home just a little outside of city limits. There was plenty of space for a family, and a bit of a modern interior. It had a yard big enough for pets and children, and for any outdoor activities you so often enjoyed.

About a year later, Eve and Sam finally felt they’d been dating long enough to move in together, too. They figured there was no better place than the same neighbourhood as you. Although you missed the rest of your family, it was nice having a little part of home in Nashville, with you. Life was quiet at first. You’d landed a job at one of the biggest hospitals in the state, working to design medical devices and equipment. The contract had allowed you to continue your thesis study from your undergraduate degree, and it was now coming up on its final stages of production. You were beyond proud of yourself, but it wasn’t even comparable to how elated Jake was about it. Jake toured a lot in the beginning, but it didn’t bother you too much. You missed him, but knowing he would always be coming home to you was more than enough to keep you going.

After the second year of living in your home together, Jake had flew you both to your hometown for a visit. Little did you know, he had been conspiring for months with your brothers to plan an elaborate proposal. Of course, you said yes immediately. The wedding was small, mostly just family with a few close friends, but it was more than you could have ever dreamed of, because you were marrying the love of your life. You hyphenated your last name, wanting to keep the name on your degree in which you’d worked so hard on, but also wanting to take Jake’s, too. On your honeymoon, a happy accident changed your life dramatically, which turned out to be Layla. Although not particularly planned, that didn’t mean she was any less loved. Everyone around her adored her, but it was nothing compared to how you and Jake felt about her. She was your whole world, always keeping you both on your toes and filling the home with just a little bit more love. Jake had always mentioned the topic of kids, and it was a much heavier topic after you moved in together. Neither of you were opposed to the idea, just unsure of when the right time would be. When you found out you were pregnant the first time, you both saw it as a sign that the universe was telling you the time was finally perfect.

Growing alongside Jake as a partner was fantastic. You leaned more about him with every day that passed, and fell in love with him harder by each second. Every time you thought you couldn’t love him more, he always found another way to make you fall all over again. But growing alongside Jake as a parent was a whole other story, even more enlightening and exciting. He was an amazing dad, and he was an amazing husband. You were certain you had the whole world in your comparatively tiny home. Then, Jake seemed interested in the idea of having another, and that brought you to where you were, now. You both agreed that you loved being parents, especially with each other, and that growing up with siblings was the best way to grow up.

He never once made you doubt his love for you, and continued to be the most supportive person in your life. His brothers had quickly become your own, also assuring you that you were meant to be in their family and in Jake’s life. Josh had almost became a permanent third parent around your home. He was always over, especially now that you were pregnant again, and loved to help where he could. You were certain that him and Layla would be lifelong best friends. You adored that Jake was able to have his twin brother around for so much, and you wouldn’t have it any other way, either. Josh had been there for you through everything, he was your biggest fan (other than Jake) and cared for you more than words could show. He was so grateful to you for making his brother so happy.

“Are you excited to be a big sister?” Jake asked her, brushing her wild hair out of her eyes.

“Yeah!” She nodded, an enthusiastic nod following her words. She was fond of one word answers. She had phrases and sentences she could say, but she was quite adamant on her yes’s and no’s to express how she was feeling. She was still figuring out how to pronounce a lot of her words, and when you weren’t working on it with her, she stuck to her roots. You could only laugh at her excitement, knowing well enough that once the newest addition arrived, she may not be as happy to have a brother. It was going to be a big adjustment; it had been three years of her getting all of your attention, and you were worried it may be hard for her to adjust. You remembered all too well of the stories your parents told you about when your youngest brother was born, and how dramatic you had been.

Josh interrupted the small moment by announcing dinner was ready. He placed a plate in front of a chair, reaching for your daughter. She was easy to accept the new set of arms to be held in; she loved being loved, especially by Josh. He sat her in front of the plate and took the chair next to her. Jake resumed Josh’s earlier duty, plating dinner for everyone else. He took his seat beside you, handing you dinner as he did so. “So, how was work today, rockstars?” You asked, looking between the two brothers. Josh was helping Layla figure out her fork; the process of switching to utensils from her hands was slow and painful. She usually gave up halfway through and opted for fingers instead, but you had to admit she was getting much better, and you were happy she was even willing to try, now.

“New album is almost finished.” Jake said, fighting back a smile.

“That’s amazing!” You responded, knowing how hard they’d been working. Jake was hoping to get the most of the work done before your due date, wanting to be around as much as possible when the time came. Unfortunately, that meant he’d been putting extra long days. He was usually gone before you were awake and home later than usual. You didn’t mind, knowing you’d get plenty of time with him soon enough. You loved watching him chase his dream, just the same as he loved watching you chase yours.

“We’re really proud of how it turned out.” Josh explained, now looking over to you.

“I’m proud of you guys.” You said, shifting in the chair to get more comfortable. “You’ve been putting a lot of work into this.”

“Yeah, we’re thinking maybe two or three sessions and then we’ll be done.” Jake’s grin was blinding. You reached across the table to grab his hand. He accepted it, giving it a gentle squeeze as he did so.

“When are you done working?” Josh asked, helping Layla get a better grip on her fork.

“Technically I was done last week, but I’ve still been working from home a bit. Mostly just answering emails and student questions.” You explained, rubbing your hand over your belly in response to a sharp kick. “The whole ‘lead management’ title doesn’t really leave me much choice. I don’t mind, though. I like what I do, and nothing has really changed. I was only at the hospital once or twice a week for the last few months. I’ve been doing a lot of home research and review. I’m glad I’ll be able to work a bit when he’s here. I love being a mom, but I love what I do for work, too.”

“Supermom.” Josh smiled. You let out chuckle. He’d pinned you with that title years ago, and it’s only gotten more persistent as time went on. Jake looked between you and the plate in front of you, raising an eyebrow at the untouched food.

“Just not very hungry.” You assured him, letting out a long exhale at another kick. “He’s really energetic today.”

“You wanna lay down for a while?” He asked.

“No, tried that earlier when she was taking a nap. Didn’t help very much.” You shifted in your chair again, feeling another ache spread across your back. “I’ve been really sore today.” You finally told him. He eyed you with suspicion, but you didn’t look at him, worried about the same thing.

“Do you think-“

“Do not say it out loud.” You cut him off. “He’s gonna stay in there until he’s supposed to come out.”

“Y/n,” Jake warned. You shot him a pointed look. “Can’t force him to stay in there.” He joked, lightening the mood.

“Not ready yet.” You said, wincing at a wave of cramping.

“Have you been having contractions all day?”

“I had some cramping this morning, I thought it was just normal pregnancy pain. Wasn’t really anything new, but it didn’t go away.” You explained. Just as you said so, the front door opened again. The tension was eased by Sam and Danny making their way in.

“Sorry we were late to the party,” Sam said, looking between everyone. “Daniel takes forever to get ready.”

“Don’t lie to them, they already know it was you.” Danny rolled his eyes. Sam ignored him, immediately looking towards your daughter.

“He’s crazy, right?” Sam asked, his tone softening and turning slightly baby-like. She stuck her tongue out at him in response. Before you had a chance to scold her for her manners, he did the same back. “Dinner looks really good,” Sam eyed her plate. She watched him with suspicion. “Mind if I have some?”

“None for you.” She said, taking another bite. He feigned a look of offence.

“Leave her alone, Sam, before she hurts your feelings.” Jake chuckled.

“You guys want something to eat?” You asked the boys, thankful the attention was away from you, now.

“Yeah, actually, if you don’t mind.” Danny answered. You made a move to get up, but Jake stopped you, sending you a look through the corner of his eye.

“Help yourself.” Jake said quickly, giving him a smile.

“Thanks, man.” He said, walking over to the stove. You didn’t have time to chastise him, feeling another wave of pain through your abdomen.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Jake whispered to you. Josh was watching you carefully, also worried.

“I didn’t think it was serious. Still don’t.” You were lying, now. You were quite certain that the pain was labour pain, but you weren’t ready for him to arrive. The nursery still wasn’t 100% finished, and you felt like you hadn’t had enough one on one time with your daughter. You were excited for the newest addition, but you wanted to make sure she was ready, too.

“I don’t care if you thought it was serious or not, I want you to call me for anything. You know that.” He scooted his chair closer, brushing your hair from your face. “You’ve been having contractions since this morning?” You eventually gave him a nod, knowing you were going to have to admit it sooner or later.

“They really weren’t that bad, earlier. At first I didn’t think much of it, but when I laid down a while ago it started to get worse. I thought maybe it was gonna go away, but I don’t think they are.” You laughed. “I think he’s ready.”

“You wanna go to the hospital, now?” You could see his demeanour change in an instant. He was trying not to panic, or explode from excitement. He was doing his best to keep it together for you.

“Not yet, water hasn’t broke and they’re still too far apart. I think we have a little bit more time.” You reassured him.

“You have a bag packed?” He asked.

“No, I wasn’t really expecting to go into labour this soon.”

“Let’s go, then.” He started to stand.

“You can eat. I can pack.” You argued. He shook his head, the idea not even being a possibility to him. He held his hand out for you, helping you up. With his assistance, you toddled away to the stairwell, leaving his brothers to eat. Jake stopped for a moment, whispering something to his twin. Josh gave a nod, not saying a word out loud. Jake joined you again, giving you some support as you walked up the stairs.

In your bedroom, Jake pulled the overnight bag he’d been keeping out in case of emergency. He motioned for you to sit down on the bed. “Clothes.” He said, moving to your shared wardrobe.

“Just something comfortable.” You explained. He pulled out a pair of his sweatpants, showing them to you. You gave a nod. You’d practically been living in his clothes for the last few weeks. He pulled out a couple of your oversized shirts and another pair of pants and threw them in the bag. He grabbed chargers and your book from your bedside. He disappeared to the bathroom, grabbing your toiletries and stuffing them in there, too. “Diaper bag is ready to go. I did that last week, just in case.” He stopped, moving closer to you. He took your chin between his thumb and index finger, leaning down and placing a kiss to your lips.

“Taking care of everyone but you?” He jokingly scolded.

“You know me.” You smiled.

“I do,” he said, returning back to the bag. He grabbed things left and right, trying to remember everything from last time. “Car seat?” He asked, now a little panicked.

“In the nursery.” You said, suddenly feeling a wave of panic. “The nursery isn’t finished!” You exploded, making a move to stand.

“Hey,” he said, stopping you. “It’s okay. You guys are my main priority. The nursery will be fine, we can finish it whenever we get the chance. There’s no rush.” He assured you. You still felt the anxiety surging through you. “I know you’re nervous, but we’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna do amazing, and I’m gonna be right there beside you the whole time.” He kissed your head.

“I’m scared. What is it with our kids and arriving early?” You said, taking a deep breath as another ache spread across your back and stomach. “They’re nothing like their father or their uncles. You guys are always late!” You joked. Jake laughed, kneeling in front of you.

“They were just so excited to meet you that they couldn’t wait any longer.” He whispered. You met his eyes, feeling the fear dissipate. “We did this once before. We know how it goes. I know you can do it. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met, and the best mother to ever exist.”

“I love you, Jake.” You sighed, feeling the contraction fizzle away.

“I love you.” He said, waiting until you were feeling better before standing again. “Your bag is ready to go. I threw some of my clothes in there, too. Diaper bag is good, and I’ll get the car seat.” He explained.

“I think I’ve got a little more time before we have to go.” You told him. “If I go now, I’ll probably just sit there for hours like the last time.” He nodded.

“I’ll get everything in the car and make sure we’re ready to leave when you think it’s time.”

“Can you call Eve?” You asked.

“Of course I can. You wanna go back downstairs?”

“I think I might stay here.” You confessed.

“That’s okay.” He slung your bag over his shoulder, giving you another quick kiss before making a move towards the door.

“Can you get Josh to bring Layla up?” You asked, massaging your hand over your stomach. He nodded.

“I’ll be back soon.” He waited for your nod of approval before turning and walking out the door. You adjusted the pillows on the bed, wiggling upwards and resting against the headboard. You tried to focus on your breathing, to imagine how fantastic it was going to be once he was here safely and the painful part was over, but it was hard to think of the positives when you were feeling so much pain and anxiety.

You knew everything would be fine, but the mom-worry never subsided. You used to laugh at your own mother for always been so concerned about everyone when you were a kid, but now that you were a parent, you understood more than anyone. You always seemed to have something to stress about, even when there was nothing happening. Jake helped a lot with it; he was always a voice of reason, for you. Over the years he’d not only learned how to navigate your relentless anxiety and quick temper, but also how to calm you down. That was something nobody else could do. You knew that morning when you woke up, labour was knocking on the front door. You just didn’t know it would be so soon. You did a fantastic job the rest of the pregnancy with staying calm. Doing it the second time around was much easier than the first, but it didn’t mean you were fully prepared. You had been nesting much more over the last week or so, but you weren’t sure if it was good enough. The nursery was another concern. The crib wasn’t together and all of his clothes were yet to be folded and put away. There was so much to still be done, but time was running out.

You were interrupted from your thoughts by a soft knock on the door. After a second, Josh peeked his head inside the room. You smiled, motioning for him to come in. When he did, you were confused that he had come up alone. “Sam and Danny are trying to clean her up. She had dinner all over her.” He chuckled. You nodded, understanding immediately. He took a seat on the edge of the bed close by you. “And I wanted to talk to you, too.” He admitted.

“Of course,” you laughed. “I wanted to see you, too.”

“That’s good,” he said, eying your hand rubbing your stomach. “Why didn’t you call us, mama?”

“I figured if I really was in labour, it was going to take a while. I was in early labour with her for almost two days before anything exciting happened.” You laughed. “Turns out, labour the second time goes a little faster. I started feeling a bit crampy when I went to bed, wasn’t better this morning and started to get more intense this afternoon. I think he’ll be here tonight, or early tomorrow morning.” You confessed.

“You still should have called, we wouldn’t have left you at home alone.” He scolded.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You waved him off. “You had rockstar things to do, and Eve and Sam were just next door if I needed someone. I would’ve called if my water broke.”

“You’re gonna be the death of us, woman.” He joked.

“I was really hoping it was false labour. I’m just not quite ready.” You closed your eyes, wincing at another contraction.

“He’s as stubborn as his mother, then.” Josh smiled.

“Definitely in too much of a rush to take after his father.” You quipped.

“What’s not finished?”

“Nursery, mostly. Don’t have the crib all put together, yet. His clothes are still all over the place, too, and I was hoping to clean the house a bit more.”

“I’ll get Sam and Danny on nursery duty, don’t worry about that.” He assured you.

“No, Josh, you guys don’t have to do that. It’s our responsibility.” You shut the idea down.

“We want to help, so let us help.” The two of you had a moment of a staring contest, but eventually your eyes softened when another wave of pain washed over you.

“Okay.” You breathed. “Are you still okay with watching Layla?” You asked, letting your head fall back onto the headboard.

“Yeah, of course I am.” You had planned to have Josh stay at the house with her while you were at the hospital. That way, you knew she was in good hands, and you didn’t have to worry about her too much. “I’ll bring her as soon as Jake calls.” He promised.

“Thank you for loving her so much.” You whispered, shifting a little bit to get more comfortable.

“Are you kidding? You don’t have to thank me for that.” He said, reaching out for your hand. You took it, and he gave yours a gentle squeeze. “She’s a mini-version of my two favourite people, of course I’m gonna love her. Besides, it’s practice for me.” He gave a cheeky smile.

“I don’t think you need to practice, Josh.” You said. “You’re gonna be a fantastic dad when the time comes.”

“Maybe all of our kids will start a band, too.” He theorized.

“If they have even half of the talent you guys have, they’ll make it big, too.” You said, giving him a soft smile.

“I’m so proud of you both, y/n. You have no idea.” He mumbled, unable to hold it back anymore.

“Who would’ve thought all of those years ago, we’d end up here?” You chuckled, placing his hand on your belly so he could feel the kicks, too.

“All of us.” Josh laughed, amazed at the movements. “Literally everybody but you two.”

“Whatever, Kiszka.” The door opened again, causing both of you to look towards it. Jake stepped inside, holding Layla. He gave a smile to both of you, almost apologizing for interrupting. Josh stood, feeling that it was best to give you some privacy.

When Jake made his way over, his brother gave him a supportive pat on the back. He let the door fall shut behind him when he left. Jake walked to the opposite side of the bed, getting in next to you. He let Layla sit in front of the both of you. “Hi, baby.” You said, giving her cheek a gentle pinch. She let out a bout of giggles. You had to admit, she was always happy. As with all kids, she had her moments and her temper tantrums by times, but she was mostly always content and easy-going. She listened well, and she was so kind and gentle. She was fully of energy, and was extremely interested in her dad’s guitar playing. Sometimes, her and Josh would sing together while Jake played. “I think you’re gonna have a sleepover with Uncle Josh tonight. Does that sound fun?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, playing with the hem of one of the blankets on the bed.

“Mama might be gone for a few days, but Daddy will come home and check in on you. Josh is gonna bring you to visit us as soon as he can.”

“Why?” She asked, her brown eyes looking up with confusion.

“Cause tomorrow, you’re gonna have a baby brother.” You explained. “Are you excited?” She gave you another nod, listening intently. “Being a big sister is super cool, you know.”

“The coolest.” Jake added, giving her a smile. “But we wanna talk about something first, okay?” She nodded again, fully enthralled in what he was saying. It wouldn’t matter if she didn’t understand a word he spoke; if he was talking, she was listening. She adored Jake, always wanting to be a part of what he was doing, or talking to him, or being held by him. He used to be scared that she wouldn’t want to be around him, or he was going to fuck up somehow, but she looked at him like he put the stars in the sky. And for both of you, he really did. He was the rock, the glue always holding everything together. He was the voice of reason and comfort whenever it was needed, and he was your whole world.

“I know for long time it’s always been just us. Me, you and mama.” He started. “It’s gonna be a lot different with another baby in the house, and we know that. We all have to get used to it. He’s gonna be loud, and cry, and he might be a bit smelly, too.” She laughed at his words. “But you’re gonna grow up, and he’s gonna be your best friend. The first little while will be hard, though. We’re gonna have to pay a lot of attention to him.”

“How much?” She asked. You shook your head in disbelief. For a three year old, she was incredibly smart.

“A lot, bug.” You told her. “He won’t be able to eat by himself, or walk, or talk to us. You do all of those things now, but you know how you learned how to do it, and how we’re still learning how to do some things?” She nodded. “He’s gotta learn how to do it all, too.”

“Oh.” She said, mostly understanding what you were saying. You winced as another, stronger contraction pulled your attention away. “Hurt, mommy?” She asked, concern laced in her tiny voice.

“I’m okay, honey.” You held your pinky out to her. She locked hers around yours, but didn’t let go right away.

“But, you know what, bug?” Jake asked, getting her attention. She looked up at him, never moving her hand from yours. “That doesn’t mean we love you any less. You’re still our baby, too. We aren’t going to forget about you. It might seem like we’re paying more attention to him, but I promise we’re still right here. We’re still gonna play and dance, and do all of the fun stuff we do, now. I’ll read you your bedtime story every night, and mama will sing for you, too.” She looked to you for confirmation. You nodded and gave an affirmative hum.

“You’re still our baby, too. We would never forget about you.” You promised. “You know how much we love you?” You asked. She thought about it for a moment, then stretched her arms out as wide as she could. You laughed, but nodded. You and Jake did the same, showing her your entire wingspan. “This much, and even more than that. And Uncle Josh, and Sammy, and Danny, too. And we can’t forget about Auntie Evie and Uncle Sam, and everybody else in the whole wide world. There’s always love to go around for you, lovebug.” You said, reaching forward and catching her in a hug. She melted into your touch as you pulled her into your lap.

Jake leaned over, wrapping one arm around you, and the other around her. Jake peppered kissed over her cheeks, causing a shriek of laughter from her. “You’re gonna be the best big sister ever, but we already know that.” Her long brown hair was cascaded over her face, her eyes, so similar to her fathers, were sparking with childlike joy. “So we need you to be good for Josh tonight, and he’ll bring you to visit as soon as he can okay?”

“Okay!” She said, her excitement returning to her.

“We love you so much.” He said, brushing the locks of hair away from her tiny face.

“I love you!” She said, although not pronounced perfectly. Still, it was more than music to your ears. You thought it ought to be one of her favourite phrases; she took the idea of peace and love and ran with it. “Can you…” she thought for a moment, trying to piece the words together. You and Jake watched in anticipation. “Read?” Jake grinned, holding his hand up for a high five. She returned the gesture immediately. She was getting much better with her sentences, and you were certain she’d be talking your ears completely off any day now. She had the knowledge, but was more hesitant than anything.

Jake stood, disappearing from the room, only to return with a book in his hand. He climbed back in bed for your usual nighttime ritual, although a little early that particular night. You thought that she just liked the routine, rather than needed it to sleep. If you had to place a bet, she’d definitely get Josh to read to her later, or more likely, con him into letting her watch a movie at bedtime. It was always incredibly difficult telling her no, and Josh had the hardest time with it. She settled between you and Jake, excited for the story he picked. While he read to her and she was distracted enough, you managed to comb your fingers through her messy hair and retied her little ponytail.

As the story came to a close, you were feeling quite uncomfortable. When Jake looked over at you, he was well aware that the time was quickly approaching. He placed the book on his beside table and turned to Layla, who was fully laying against you. “Alright, bug. Mama and I have to get going, but remember what we told you, okay?” He said. She gave a nod. He swooped down and picked her up with ease, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her head. “Give mama big hugs!” She didn’t have to be told twice. She was by your side, trying her best to wrap her tiny arms around you. You held her for a moment, enjoying the last few minutes of being a family of three. Jake went to your side of the bed, helping her down once she let go of you. Once both her feet were planted on the ground, he helped you up.

When you were all standing, she hugged your legs, her silent way of telling you she didn’t want you to go. Jake bent down and picked her back up, not being able to resist it. “We love you more than words, lovebug.” You told her.

“If you need us, tell Josh to call dad, okay?” Jake said. “Even if it’s just a bad dream.” The three of you made your way out of your room. You went down the stairs first, holding the railing tightly. Jake followed close behind, not letting you out of his sight. When you got back to the kitchen, Josh was just finishing the dishes and Sam was putting them away. Danny was reading over the instruction booklet on how to put the crib together, preparing for the grievous activity. When they heard footsteps, they all turned to look.

When they noticed you holding your back, they clued in that it was time to go. Josh immediately came over and took Layla from Jake. He brought her in the living room and sat her in front of her toys before rejoining. “Y/n,” Sam cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably.

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Oh, yeah, it’s time to go.” Jake said, now noticing what Sam was seeing. You looked down, realizing that wetness was spreading down the legs of your pants. The pain was intense and constant enough that you hadn’t even noticed.

“Oh shit,” you exhaled. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” Just like last time, your water had broken in the middle of your labour. Sam bit onto his lip, holding back a laugh.

“It looks like you peed yourself.” He mumbled, coughing away a giggle.

“Grow up, Sam.” You rolled your eyes.

“Hey, no shame here! Supermom!” He said, mocking Josh.

“You’re an idiot.” Even while you insulted him, you couldn’t help but laugh. Josh took to the front of you, pulling you into a short lived hug.

“You’re gonna do great. We’re so proud of you, and we’ll be here when you get home.” He promised. He kissed the top of your head before pulling his twin into a hug. Sam and Danny took their turn, muttering words of encouragement, trying not to panic themselves at the thought of you giving birth.

“Take care of my baby.” You said to Josh, even though you knew it was unspoken. There was nobody you trusted more to look after her. “Call us if she needs anything, please. Even if she just wants to say goodnight.”

“Will do.” He assured you. “Now go, we love you.”

“We love you guys.” You said as you made your way to the door. Jake held your hand as you slipped your shoes on, leading you out the door. He helped you down the steps and to the car, opening the door for you. Before you got in, he searched wildly in the backseat for a towel or a blanket to place under you. When he found one, he helped you sit.

He got in the drivers side, starting the car wordlessly. He reached for your hand, holding it tightly in his own. It was his silent encouragement, telling you everything was okay without even having to open his mouth. “Did you call Eve?” You asked as he pulled out of the driveway. The contractions were picking up the pace, lasting a bit longer each time they came around.

“Yeah. I texted her just before we left. She’s going to meet us there.” He promised. You nodded, breathing through the pain. The drive seemed to last forever, the pain intense and uncomfortable. You were never so relieved when the view of the hospital came into sight.

Jake wasted no time finding a parking spot and helping you out of the car. Once you were inside, the staff immediately got you into a wheelchair, getting you to the maternity ward and settled into a room.

The nurses got you into your gown and then the bed, and started your IV. Jake left you only for a moment to grab your stuff from the car, returning before you even really processed that he was gone. He took to your bedside, pulling a visitor chair as close as he could get it. He leaned forward, brushing your hair from your forehead and giving you a smile. You slipped your hand into his, feeling the uncertainty melt away, now understanding that this was reality and you had to be okay with it. “You doing okay?” He asked, thumb tracing over the back of your hand.

“Yeah, I think so. I’m nervous.” You admitted. He placed a kiss to your knuckles.

“You’ve got this. You’re gonna do amazing, and I’m going to be right beside you the whole time.” He promised.

“I love you.” You sighed, relaxing back into the pillows.

“I love you.” He straightened the blankets out, pulling them further up on you, making sure you were comfortable. “And him.” He added, quickly.

“Don’t think he’s gonna take as long as Layla did.” You said, shifting slightly. “My mom told me that the second usually comes faster, but I didn’t think it would be this fast.” You tried to laugh, but a contraction cut it short.

“Want me to get a nurse?” He asked. “Are you doing an epidural this time?” You found it funny, how involved he was with your pregnancies. The first time, he was the one coming home with parenting books and went crazy with baby-proofing the house. Every time you mentioned something he hadn’t heard of before, or if he wasn’t sure how to help, he went right to google to figure it out. When you had Layla, he didn’t sleep at the hospital until he knew you were both safe and okay. He was more than attentive, and just from the look in his eye when you were in pain, you could tell he’d do anything to switch places with you, if he could.

“Yeah. I think I waited too long last time, it didn’t really do much. I don’t want to feel all that again.” You chuckled.

“Whatever you think is best, baby.” He said. His support was fantastic and never once wavering.

After a while, the nurses administered the epidural, and Eve and Sam arrived. Sam made quick work at distracting you from the situation just by continuing to be his regular, annoying, younger-brother self. Eve was fantastic with her best friend support, the same as she was last time. Jake was more than comforting just by existing. The labour was quick comparative to your last experience, only taking a few hours until you were ready for the main event. Sam took post in the waiting room until, in his words, ‘the gross part was over’, while Eve and Jake stayed with you, each holding one of your hands. It seemed like as soon as it started, it was over. The pain was worth every second, because once they placed your baby in your arms, the world made a little bit more sense.

You were gross, sweaty and exhausted, but Jake was still looking at you like the entire world was right in front of him. He cut the umbilical cord and remained completely attentive to you while they got him cleaned off. “You did it, baby.” He said, smiling down at you.

“You look stupid in that gown.” You managed the joke, feeling light from the pain meds and fighting sleep.

“Thanks.” He chuckled. “You look as beautiful as ever.”

“Don’t lie to me.” You brushed him off.

“Never lied to you before, why would I start now?” He whispered, all the love he ever had for you showing in the look in his eyes.

After things calmed down, and the doctor ensured you and the baby were safe and stable, the medical staff began to filter out. Jake had changed into something more comfortable, and taken permanent post by your bedside. Eve went to update Sam, leaving you and Jake to have some time to yourselves. When the doctors brought your newest addition back to you, you finally felt a wave of peacefulness wash over you. You held him in your arms, gazing down at his sleeping face. Jake stood, sliding on the edge of the bed beside you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you leaned into the touch, propping your arm up slowly so you wouldn’t disturb the sleeping baby.

“He’s beautiful,” you finally said, feeling the tears fill your eyes.

“Just like his mama.” He said, reaching down and moving the blanket away from his face. “Hey, little guy.” He whispered, adoration coating his features. “He looks like you.” Jake noted, looking up at your face.

“Really?” You inspected a little further. “I find he looks like you, too.”

“No,” Jake shook his head. “He’s got your nose.” He used his free hand to slightly nudge the tip your nose with his index finger. You let out a giggle, rolling your eyes at him. “And your eyes. I noticed them earlier.”

“He’ll probably grow up to look like you, too. Your damn Kiszka genes are too strong.” You joked. Jake laughed, shaking his head at your words.

“Don’t care who he looks like, m’gonna love him just the same.” He mumbled, eyes never leaving his son.

“What are we gonna name him?” You asked, suddenly feeling another wave of panic. You and Jake had put off picking a name for far too long, thinking you still had a few more weeks to decide. You’d done the same with Layla; it was the first name that popped in your head, and you both loved it. It seemed that this time was no different.

“Henley?” He said, almost instantly. You snapped your head up to look at him, eyeing him with suspicion.

“Like, Don Henley?”

“Yeah.” Jake laughed. “Who else?” You gave a small shrug. “Founding member of the Eagles, witchy woman. Come on, you should know that.” He teased.

“I do know that,” you snipped. “I was just clarifying.”

“Well, I was thinking we could keep it up with the music names. It’s kind of cool.” He explained. “Thought we could give him an Eagles name, cause of your nickname.”

“I like it.” You smiled. “Henley… Joshua? Or Michael?” You looked up at him through the corner of your eye.

“After Josh?” Jakes voice was barely above a whisper. You’d given Layla’s middle name in respect to Eve, your sister for every intent and purpose. Jake had no complaints about it, only encouragement.

“Unless you don’t want to. I just thought… yeah.” You trailed off.

“No, that’s perfect, I think.” He cleared his throat a bit, covering up a crack. “Josh is gonna be ecstatic.” He told you.

“I figured… he’s done so much, and he’s always around and helping us out. He’s our best friend, and I can’t think of anyone better to name him after.” Your voice was soft, too. “Don’t tell my brothers I said that.”

“It stays between us.” He laughed. He turned his attention back to your son, admiring the tininess of him. “What do you think?” Jake put his baby voice on. Just as he did so, Henley’s eyes fluttered open. He made a small coo, blinking a few times. “Henley Joshua Kiszka? Does that sound good to you?” The baby stared at him, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. After a moment, he made another small noise. Jake looked over at you, a grin eating away at his face. “I think he likes it.”

“You like your name, little man?” You asked, bouncing him ever so gently in your arm. His eyes flicked to you, almost as if he recognized your voice. “He does.”

“I think he just likes his mama.” Jake hummed, brushing your hair from your forehead before placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Layla Evangeline and Henley Joshua Kiszka.” He pondered aloud. “I like it.”

“Me, too.”

“Too bad Josh doesn’t have a cooler name. Evangeline sounds so classy. Josh sounds like a frat boy.” Your head shot up towards Jake.

“Did you just say my son’s name sounds like a frat boy name?”

“No! His name is cool.” He assured you. “Josh’s isn’t.”

“Whatever, Jacob.” You shot back. “Pretty generic, too, if you ask me.” He laughed, shaking his head at you.

“Okay, mama bear.” He conceded. “You know, this is going to hurt Sam’s feelings.”

“Plenty of time for more kids.” You hummed, adjusting Henley’s hat on his head.

“Really?” Jake looked to you, excitement clouding his eyes. You watched him for a moment, a small smile forming on your lips. For his almost tough, nonchalant exterior, the mention of babies always seemed to bring a spark of joy to him. Especially if the talk was about your babies.

“I mean, yeah. Just not like… right away.” You said after a moment. “But I wouldn’t mind having more kids with you.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips and lingering for a moment. He wanted to live in that moment forever.

After a while, Jake took him so you could get some sleep. Eve and Sam came in to gush over him, feeling the baby fever begin to set in. You figured it wouldn’t be too long before they had a few of their own. When you woke up, it was light outside, and there were voices in the hallway. Henley was fast asleep in the bassinet next to your bed, right in your line of vision. Jake knew he’d be the first thing you looked for when you woke. You stretched, feeling the ache from labour still persisting. You used your hands to prop yourself up a bit, holding the button on the bed to elevate the upper half. You reached over, grabbing the bassinet and gently wheeling it towards you. You looked in, smiling at him swaddled in the hospital blankets.

A head peeked back into the room, checking on you. You looked up to see Jake, giving him a wave. “You have a visitor, if you’re up for it, mama.” He said. You gave him a nod, telling him it was okay. He leaned back out, but you could still hear his voice. “Come on, bug.” Within a moment, Jake reappeared with his twin and your daughter. When she recognized you in bed, her eyes lit up.

“Hi, mama.” She said, a bit timidly.

“Hi, lovebug!” You exclaimed in a whisper. You held your arms out, telling her it was okay to come over. She raced over to you, ridding herself of the nervousness almost immediately. Jake helped her up on the bed, and she settled in right beside you. “I missed you.” You told her.

“Ho-pit-al.” She said. You and Jake laughed quietly at her pronunciation. “Are you okay?” She asked.

“Mama’s okay, bug. Don’t worry.”

“Dad okay?” She asked, playing with the stuffed bear she’d brought with her.

“Dad’s okay, too.” You assured her. “Did you have a fun sleepover with Josh?” She nodded, handing you her teddy bear. You grabbed it, smiling down at the small toy. Jake had bought it for her after returning from a tour they did when she was quite young. It was her favourite one by far, and she was always carrying it around with her.

“Do you wanna meet your brother?” Jake asked, crouching down by the bed. She gave him a look of uncertainty, but eventually nodded again. Josh took his chance to greet you, walking over and placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Hello, Joshua.” You gave him a smile.

“Hello, mama.” He said back with the same tone. “How are you feeling?”

“A little sore, but it’s worth it.” You assured him. “Did you see him, yet?” He shook his head.

“Jake wanted to wait until you were awake and ready.” You felt your heart warm at his words, knowing how much respect your husband had for you. Josh took a small step towards the head of the bed, turning to look at Jake as he brought over Henley. You held your arms out, to which Jake placed him down gently in them.

Layla sat up, gazing over with curiosity. Jake took a seat on the edge of the bed, watching the interaction intensely, never wanting to forget the moment. Without a word, Josh took a moment to take a few pictures, wanting you all to have the memory, too. “He was in your belly?” She looked up to you, unable to process the situation.

“Yeah, he was, bug.” You told her. “What do you think of him?”

“He’s tiny.” She noted.

“Sure is. You were that size, too, once.” Jake told her.

“Really?”

“Mhm,” you said, smiling at her. “Now you’re getting so big.” Jake mumbled an agreement, both of you feeling the weight of the statement. You couldn’t believe she was growing up so fast.

“I like him.” She finally deducted.

“That’s good, bug.” Jake laughed. “I’m sure he likes you, too.”

“What’s his name?” She asked.

“Henley.” Jake said.

“Henny?” She asked, a bit confused. He gave a small shake of his head.

“Hen-“ he said, waiting for her to repeat him. She did so, watching him carefully. “Lee.” She repeated that, too. “Henley.”

“Henley.” She said, although not completely perfect. Still, he wasn’t long telling her he was proud of her and giving her a high five.

“Don Henley?” Josh asked. Jake nodded, looking to you.

“Come here.” Jake patted the spot beside him. Josh took a seat, leaning over slightly to get a better look at him.

“He’s gorgeous.” Josh said, almost breathless at the sight. If you knew anything for certain, it was that Josh loved kids just as much as Jake did.

“We think so, too.” Jake said, placing a hand on his brothers shoulder. You shared a look with your husband, who gave you a slight nod, telling you that it was okay if you told Josh his name.

“We were actually wondering what you thought about his full name, godfather.” You caught his attention. You and Jake decided since Sam and Eve were Layla’s godparents, Josh and Ally would be his godparents. Ally didn’t live close by, but she visited often and was always involved in your lives, whether remotely or in person.

“Let me hear it, then.” The anticipation was killing him, you could tell just by the look in his eye.

“Henley Joshua Kiszka.” You told him, tone soft and eyes hopeful. He stared for a moment, mouth slightly agape, trying to process what you were saying.

“J-Joshua?” He stuttered, clearing his throat. “Like, after me?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Is that okay?”

“That’s… more than okay. That’s awesome.” He rushed out, eyes looking everywhere but at yours. “You mean it?”

“Of course we do. Couldn’t think of anyone better to name him after.” You explained. He finally met your gaze. You noticed a few tears brimming in his eyes. “You’re Jake’s brother, and you’re my best friend. You’ve been there for us through everything. You’re our rock, and we have no idea where we’d be without you. You brought me into your family with open arms, since the first day I met you. You were the first person who came to mind.”

“I don’t know what to say,” he chuckled, wiping his eye with the back of his hand.

“Don’t have to say anything, brother.” Jake patted him on the back. He wrapped his arm around Josh, pulling him into a short lived hug. “We wanted to. Thank you for everything you do, and for loving them like they’re your own.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that!” He brushed Jake’s words off. “I love you guys.”

“We love you.” You laughed. “Do you wanna hold him?”

“Can I?”

“Of course you can.” You nodded. He cautiously reached over, ever so carefully taking him from your arms. He stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open. At the sight of the new face, he looked like he was about to cry. Josh rocked him slightly, quietly talking to him. After a few seconds, he relaxed again and made a few small noises.

“He looks like you.” Josh said, looking up at you.

“You think?” You asked. Josh nodded.

“I told you.” Jake grinned, peeking over his brothers shoulder to admire the baby, too. Layla curled up beside you, resting her head on your chest. You wrapped your arm around her, holding her tightly to you.

As you sat and watched the twins with the baby, and looked down at your daughter, you felt an overwhelming sense of happiness wash over you. You were certain that life couldn’t get any better than this. You’d find made it; all the years of hard work paying off in this small, sacred moment of time. Jake looked up at you, giving you a smile. “We did it.” You whispered. Josh was so enthralled in Henley that he didn’t even hear you speak.

“We did it.” Jake confirmed. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I love you, Rockstar.” And you meant it with every fibre of your being. You loved every day, minute, and second that brought you here, even if some were terrible. You thanked the universe for every memory, every touch and word shared with him. You thanked every higher power to exist for ensuring he was at that dive bar in Baltimore. And you thanked them once more, for guiding him to the cafe the next day. That one night, one that was so painfully normal for everyone else, gave you the entire world. It got you where you were, now, adoring him entirely and learning more about love with every day that passed. One bar in Maryland, one Eagles song, and one rum and coke paved the way for the happiest life you could ever have imagined for yourself.

“I love you, witchy woman.” Without him saying another word, you already knew he felt the exact same way.

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Grow Old With Me | Spencer Reid

Summary: Spencer Reid never imagined growing old with someone, but then suddenly it happens within a blink of an eye, and it's perfect. Inspired heavily by the song Grow Old With Me by Tom Odell, and featuring Dad! Spencer.

Warnings: mentions of children, allusions to sex.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5 k

A/N: I honestly meant to write something in my request list next, but then I listened to this song for the first time in over a year, and my brain was just like...Will you've gotta write something now. So, it's now 2.30 am, and I haven't properly edited it, but I hope you enjoy a little look into the life I think Spencer deserves. Also helps to listen to the song while you're reading.

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I can feel you breathing With your hair on my skin As we lie here within The night

I'll pull the sheets When it's cold on your feet Cuz you'll fall back to sleep Every time

It all started after one night together. One night of blissful love, of heated lust and a desire to have each other so close that nothing could distract you from the moment at hand. It was in Spencer’s bed where he first said, ‘I love you', where he first took you in his arms under the covers and made it clear he had no plans to let go, and it was in his bed where the both of you slept together for the first time, a mixture of tangled limbs, strewn around blankets and the light from the moon shining against your bodies. On that night, Spencer knew, as he watched you sleep, a soft smile curling his lips, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. And as the night turned into morning, as the cool spring breeze drifted through the window and you stretched in his arms, Spencer could only chuckle quietly as he tucked you back under the covers, pulling the sheets over your feet and humming as you laid against his chest. This was the perfect picture of all his dreams coming true, and he knew he wouldn’t ever trade it for the world.

Grow old with me Let us share what we see And oh the best it could be Just you and I

It didn’t take you long to realise that Spencer was in this relationship for the long haul, that he was going to fight to have every moment with you, to hold you as long as he could and to give you all the love in the world until your time on earth was up. You realised when he asked you to move in with him, and for a man who didn’t like changes, or going out of his way to make his life different, you knew as he held out the small silver key, that this meant something to Spencer.

“You…you want me to move in with you? Spencer, are you sure?” He nods furiously, knowing there’s no way he’s going to regret his decision any time soon. Standing up, he walks around the couch that the two of you are sitting on, and he gestures to the empty to one of the bookshelves that are now empty, previously jam-packed with his books.

“I’m sure, Y/N. Look! I made space in the bookshelves for all your books, and I emptied out half of my wardrobe for your clothes, and…and I just thought that this could be where you call home, from now on. And I know it’s sudden and we’ve only been dating for what…two months? But I know that I don’t want to share a place with anyone else, let alone wake up to an empty bed ever again.” You were kissing him then, taking the key happily while he could only smile against your mouth.

“Of course, I’ll move in with you, Spencer Reid. There’s no one I’d rather live with. Especially if it means I get to share a bed.” He laughs openly at your words and pulls you into a hug that you swear makes your stomach flutter and heart pound even harder, especially when he kisses you right underneath your ear and keeps whispering that he loves you as if you’re going to forget any time soon.

And our hands they might age And our bodies will change But we'll still be the same As we are

We'll still sing our song When our hair ain't so blonde And our children have sung We were right

Spencer’s greatest honour in life was having the privilege to see you grow, body ever-changing as the both of you got older, his chestnut-coloured hair being flecked with streaks of grey, and your face slowly taking on lines of age that he found so very beautiful. He loved everything about you, loved how even as the two of you aged, you still loved to lay yourself over his lap while he read, or how you danced around the kitchen while you cooked. And you loved every single thing about your doctor, from the way he smiled that little smile that made his eyes squint and cheeks blush, to how he never seemed to be warm enough, wanting an endless number of blankets, sweaters or even your body to swallow him up, to keep him warm and in turn, keep him safe from all the horrors of the world.

He loved thinking back to all those years ago when he married you, when he took you as his partner for the rest of his life, and how the both of you danced until the sun came up, surrounded by those that loved you and you loved just as much. He thought you could never look more beautiful than you did on your wedding day, dressed simply for the little ceremony in Rossi’s backyard, but every morning when he sees you for the first time, in the sun that shines through the window and under fresh bed covers, he’s constantly waking up in awe, wondering how on earth he was so lucky.

But then the two of you became four, a set of twins making the little family that Spencer had always dreamed of, and suddenly Spencer thought that everything was perfect, that nothing could beat the feeling he went to bed with every night; happiness, love and perfection all around him after he puts his son and daughter to bed, pulls you into his arms and listens to your heartbeat against his chest, and he knows that he’s a lot luckier than most people, and he’s eternally grateful for that.

And the hairs they stand up And my feet start to thump Yer the feeling is dreaming Around

You'll be the one Make me hurt, make me come Make me feel like I'm real And alive

In the early stages of your relationship, every moment with you was filled with his racing heart, the fierce fear that he would embarrass himself in front of you and a love that burned so bright both of you were scared you were going to be burned. But then, as the dust settled and a familiar rhythm formed, Spencer quickly calmed down. Sure, his heart still thumped loudly in his chest, and he still wanted to make you smile and laugh with him and not at him, but he knew that everything was going to be okay.

He knew without a doubt that you made him feel alive, that he existed for more than just his brain and that you loved him endlessly when you kissed him and held him. He knew you were undoubtedly his, that you would never want anyone else, and he held tight to that truth every time the two of you fought.

You both knew the fights meant nothing, both knew that you only fought when work was becoming too much and the both of you were tired, at the ends of your tethers and feeling overwhelmed by raising a family and being there for each other. But once the pain had passed, apologies accepted and loving regret-filled kisses exchanged, and the two of you always ended up in bed together, wrapped around each other until the sun rose or your children woke, whatever came first as you grew older.

Grow old with me Let us share what we see And oh the best it could be Just you and I

Spencer Reid thought he’d never end up with someone, never had someone to grow old with him, to share a life and a house and an endless amount of mornings, evenings and time in between. He’d never believed that someone would ever love him enough to spend their life with him, to kiss him when he woke, to make him dinner after a long night, to fall asleep in his lap on the couch or even promise themselves to him. Hell, he didn’t even think he’d ever have children, or a little slice of happiness that everyone else seemed to think he deserved after all the horrors he’d experienced. But suddenly he had it, and he was never going to let go, especially right now, as you wrapped yourself around him as you watched your twins do homework at the dinner table.

“You know, I never thought this would be my life.” It was a whisper against the material of his sweater, but he heard it all the same as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Oh yeah, what did you expect, my darling?” You smile at his question and tilt your head up to look at him, brushing some of his curls out of his eyes.

“Something boring, not something as perfect as this.” He hums in response to your statement and swoops you in for a sweet kiss that your twins groan at, complaining about seeing their parents kissing in the kitchen. But the two of you can only laugh, telling them that they’ll be doing the exact same thing when they’re older, and even as they roll their eyes and turn back to their homework, Spencer can’t stop looking down at you, so in love, so happy and so grateful to grow old with you.

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andilovetowrite · 3 years

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Initial Shyness(P.P x Reader)

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Confessions are cute, right? Especially when you have been waiting for years to say it out loud. But what happens when the initial shyness wears off? And we all know Peter isn’t as innocent as he seems ;)

Warnings: Nothing but some unending fluff. Lots of Peter rambling and awkward kisses :)

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“C’mon, you can do it!” hissed MJ from beside you. She pushed you toward’s Peter’s door, making you stumble. Still, you tried to hold back against MJ, who you realized, was freakishly strong.

“I can’t! Nope. No way.” You shook your head, crossing your arms. MJ sighed, probably too tired for your crap.

“Oh come on Y/N! I cannot hear another word about Peter again.”, she said, looking too serious.

“But-”

“Not one more word”

“I-”

“So what you are going to do is go into his room, go up to him, confess your feeling, and then kiss him.” She looked at you expectantly. “Am I clear?”

“Uh- just one component you are missing out on….I don’t have the balls to tell Peter I like him!”

MJ rolled her eyes, coming to stand next to you. “Yes, you don’t. And that’s why, I am really really sorry for what I am going to do next.” You didn’t even have time to figure out what she meant before you were pushed into Peter’s room harshly by Ned and MJ. As soon as most of you was inside, they shut the door behind you and you heard the door lock behind you.

“Oh COME ON!”, you said, trying to open the door.

“You know what to do!”, MJ said back, her voice muffled. You sighed, turning around to see Peter looking at you, a slight smile on his face. Oh, and what an amazing smile he had. His eyes crinkled, and small dimples showed up on his face. His pearly whites showed through his pink lips that you have dreame-

“Hey Y/N...what’s up?” Peter asked, snapping you out of your Peter-sized daydream.

“Huh-uh, so um- MJ just wanted some-uh alone time with- with uh Ned. Yeah”, you said, trying to think of anything other than the fact that you had a gigantic crush on your best friend.

Peter’s eyebrows scrunched up, confused. “Why would she want to talk to Ned?”

“Uh-um wanting to know something about uh-English…”

“Okay”, Peter said, drawing out the word. You could see he didn’t believe you so you did the most logical thing. A logical course of action that anybody in your situation would do. Lie.

“Well, she actually wanted me to show you something, um-on the roof”, you said, biting your lip, trying to figure out what to do once you got on the roof.

“Alright, let’s go!”, Peter said quickly, holding his hand out to you. You grabbed it, feeling the warmth seep into your body and make it’s way up to your cheeks. You held on, knowing that this would be the last time if Peter didn’t reciprocate your feelings.

Jumping out the window, you let out a small yelp as Peter grabbed your waist, holding onto you tight as he pulled you two to the rooftop. Landing onto the ground, you held on for dear life, looking at Peter.

“Give me a warning next time! I thought you were going to chuck me out the window…”

“Oh please, then who would I have to annoy all the time?”, he asked teasingly. You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in.

“Well, you would lose your best friend…”

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t see the way Peter’s face contorted into a grimace as he looked down.

“Yeah, but not only my best friend but the coolest person in Queens!” You cracked a smile, a red tint making its way up to your neck as you heard him speak. “I mean, you are so damn smart and pretty...Not to mention, so badass. I mean, I saw how you elbowed Flash in the-”

“Okay, let’s not relive it” You interjected. Peter smiled at that, walking both of you over to the other side of the roof. “Where are we going?”, you asked, confused.

“Uh, so I just wanted to-uh. Just come and see this”, Peter said, scratching his head slightly. Not knowing what to do, you just followed him, hoping you would see what he was talking about. And you weren’t expecting this.

A plush rose blanket spread out across half of the roof, with rose petals thrown here and there. In the middle of it was a small picnic box, with food sticking out of it. You could see some books stacked in the corner and a couple pillows as well. The light reflected off the buildings around you, giving the entire space an orangish-pinkish glow. You were so engrossed in the spread, you didn’t even notice Peter shakily taking out a small bouquet of roses from behind him.

“Peter, wha-what is this?”, you asked, shocked.

Bringing out the roses, he held it out to you, a blush the same color as the flowers making it’s way up to both of your cheeks. “I-um, heard what you and uh MJ were talking about a-a couple um days ago. So-I uh decided to ask Mr Stark to help me out with thi-”

“Wait a second. Tony Stark helped you out with this?!”, you asked, shocked at why your dad would help Peter out with this small thing. I mean, it-he shouldn’t care so much about Peter’s best friend, right?

“Yeah-uh, so I um set this out for you, and asked MJ to help me get you in my roo-”

“MJ has been in on this?”, you asked, suddenly remembering how she and Peter had been talking discreetly a few days ago.

Peter just nodded, looking down as a dopey smile made it’s way to his face. You cleared your throat, trying to figure out what was happening. You weren’t dumb, but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions to quickly.

“Why-why would yo-is this-uh”, you tried to speak, with little success. You could feel you face heat up in embarrassment, so you just stared at the flowers in Peter’s hands.

“I-uh really, um like you Y/N. Like more than a-a friend. And much more than a best friend. I know yo-you may not like me back, but I couldn’t keep it in any longe-”

You know it’s rude to interrupt someone when they are speaking. But you couldn’t hear anyother word come out of his mouth, because otherwise you would’ve melted. So you did the next best thing. You kissed him. Hard.

His words got caught in his throat as his lips met yours. And for a second you were worried you went too far, pulling back. But as soon as he felt you doing that, his hands went to your hair, pulling you flush against him, kissing you back with fevour.

You wish you could’ve stopped time. Right there. During a beautiful sunset, on the roof surrounded by rose petals, and with Peter in your arms. And in your mouth. But sadly, you needed air to breathe, so you pulled away, probably looking like a fish straight out of the water. Opening your eyes, you could see Peter’s face. His pupils were dilated and his entire face was a pink hue. His lips were plump and red, but pulled up in a lovesick smile.

You knew you had the exact same expression on your face. Smiling softly, you looked at Peter, and at the same time, you both said.

“I really like you”

Giggling, you hesitantly took the crushed flowers from Peter, breathing them in.

“They got squashed”, Peter said, running his hands over the petals.

You shrugged, not caring. “Well, it wasn’t only your fault. I think it was a two-person thing..”, you said cheekily, smirking at Peter.

He laughed, throwing his arms over you and pulling you in for a hug. You breathed in his signature scent and melted against him, your heart full. It would’ve been perfect if not for the eruption of clapping and whistles from behind you.

“Wha-”

“GOOD JOB PETE!”, MJ yelled, running to the both of you, Ned and May close behind. Crashing into you, you laughed as she looked at Peter. “Better take care of her, got it?”

Peter nodded, kissing my cheek. And just as he did that, a flash went off fro next to you. “Nice job Underoos. Watch the lips though. Don’t get too close to my daughter.” Tony’s voice went through the air, making you jump.

“Dad?!”, you said, shocked.

“Mr Stark?!”

“Yes yes, I was spying on you. But at least I’m not like Nat and Thor. They have been circling the building for the last 15 minutes.”

Tony said, shrugging as he pointed to the sky, where you could see the two of them waving at you.

“Oh god”, you groaned, throwing your head back. Peter looked at you, white as a ghost, before giving a scared nod at your dad.

“Yes sir, I’ll be very-um-uh good to Y/N. I mea-she is uh so pretty-wait that’s not-uh and smart- but that’s not-,” he stuttered, eyes wide. Helping out the poor boy, you shooed everyone away.

“Bye, dad. Please take Nat and Thor home with you. We’ll be back soon”

“Not later than 11, got it? And remember Peter, hands to yourself.”

“Yes M-Mr Stark”

Giggling, you watched as everyone walked away, leaving you with Peter. “Sorry bout that”

“Oh, it’s fine. I got the girl of my dreams tonight. Nothing could beat that” Blushing you pulled him in for a short kiss, before hugging him tightly.

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Wish you say that was the end of the story. That you both lived happily ever after. But sadly, with a group of friends and family, privacy was not the best. And you were very sorry to say that you scarred more people than you had hoped to scar in the next few months.

The first victim though was none other than Aunt May. And boy oh boy did she not look at you two for weeks after the incident.

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Alright! This was really fun to write, and this is such a cute idea, so I kinda want to make this into a series where people walk in on Peter and Y/N, so let’s see where it goes. But the next part will be out in a couple of days once my exams end :) Also, on that note, wish me luck, since I have my math exam tomorrow. Anyway, until next time!

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poppywrites41 · 3 years

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Captive Love Ch. 2

Prince! Yoongi x Maid! Reader

Here is chapter 2! This chapter will focus on Y/N’s first day of work…and maybe a little bit of a cliffhanger.

Warnings for this chapter: Swearing, violence, description of past deaths, mentions of smut

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“Rise and shine girls!” Lilith shouts through the halls of the servants’ quarters, her meaty fists pounding on each of the girl’s doors. Y/N swears she can feel her room shake every time that woman’s fist comes in contact with a door. “You all have 10 minutes to get dressed and come down to eat!” Lilith calls, her heels clacking away. Y/N raises her arms up to stretch. She looks out of her small window to see a garden with a path that leads to a small set of doors going into the back of the castle. She turns to her cupboard and takes out her servant’s outfit. She takes off her dress that she wore yesterday, neatly folded it like her mother taught her to, and placed it in the cupboard. She took a look at the outfit laid out on the bed. It was not elegant in the slightest, but it was sure prettier than any outfit she had worn in her life. It was a pretty beige with ¾ sleeves that were flexible enough to move the arms comfortably to perform the needed tasks. The skirt was neatly fitted on the waist and ran to the ankles. It was not puffy at all and had a comfortable feel to it. And to top it all off, pretty little white lace ruffles were added to the ends of the sleeves and around the top opening to give it some style, which Y/N really appreciated. When she got the dress on, Y/N took a look at herself in the small mirror hanging on her wall above her tiny sink. She spotted some dirt on her cheeks, probably from the wagon, so she splashed her face with water, rubbing at her skin. After her facewash, she noticed how messy her hair had gotten. She ran her fingers through the h/c locks and tied the hair in the front to the back, creating a half up-half down style. She made her way to her door, slipping on her shoes and head down the hall to the servants dining hall.

When she arrived, she found a seat at a table where some of the girls she arrived with yesterday were sitting at. They were not talking to each other as much as the other servants were, probably because they were new or nervous. Y/N sat down next to a young girl with dark brown hair. Once she sat down, an older woman brought her a tray with a piece of bread, some water and a small bowl of what looked like to be chicken broth. Y/N turned to the girl and offered a small smile, “Hi, I’m Y/N. We came together on the wagon yesterday. Sorry for not introducing myself earlier.” The girl’s hazel eyes met hers and she gave Y/N a small smile, “It’s okay. I’m Emily. I don’t really talk when I’m nervous. I have a lot of anxiety when I feel pressured.” She said in a quiet tone. “I get it. I am totally nervous. I mean, yesterday I was living my normal life and now suddenly, I’m a servant to the royal family. The people who I thought of as family, gave me away for money without a second thought.” Y/N said taking a bite of her bread and immediately chasing it down with some water. Emily frowned, “I’m sorry to hear that.” “So,” Y/N said after eating a spoonful of the bland broth, “How did you get here?” Emily looked down at her food and played with it with her spoon, “I’m actually a twin. My sister and I are daughters of bakers. My mom and dad worked so hard their entire life, baking for the royal family. My sister was a big help in the kitchen. She is so smart, kind, outgoing and beautiful. She is pretty much everything I am not. I would usually mess up tasks that would get me in trouble, but she would always defend me. My parents loved me, don’t get me wrong, they were just worried about me a lot. I wasn’t let out a lot. I could have been an embarrassment to them. Then, my sister met a man who came from a good family. They fell in love and are to be married. However, the guards came before the wedding and were trying to get my parents to give them my sister for a large sum of money. So that’s when I volunteered myself to go in her place. I didn’t want her to leave everything behind and to ruin her chance of a happily ever after, so I went in her place.” Y/N looked at the girl with awe, “You are such a good and brave sister to go in her place. I’m sure she is very thankful for you. I don’t think you are an embarrassment. Just stick with me and we will get through this together!” Emily smiles at her and nods in agreement. Before anything else could be said, Lilith’s voice was booming throughout the room, “Mealtime is over! Everyone sit down a listen. Tomorrow is the Grand Royal Gala so we will need to clean the castle extra today. Royal families from all over the country will be attending so I want that castle spotless. Here are the groups and their tasks for the day. Rosetta, you and your hall will clean the floors and windows of the ball room. Claire, take your girls and polish all of the utensils and dishware. Isabel, you and your hall are in charge of cleaning the dinning hall. I want that space especially clean.”

While scrubbing away the dirt on the floor of the halls, Y/N reflected on what Elizabeth informed them about the royal family:

First off, the king. He has his own personal servants who clean, dress and cook for him, so it was highly unlikely for her to be involved with him. He is a strict ruler and likes for everything to be perfect. He does not interfere much with his sons’ lives, but he is more attentive to his two eldest sons. He wants to make sure they are both well-educated and fit enough to rule the kingdom when his time is up.

Same goes for the queen. She is a more carefree person than her husband. She enjoys balls and festivities. She interacts more with her sons than her spouse, but definitely more with her youngest sons, since the older ones are with the king or in counsel or military meetings. She clearly loves her family but is not the most observant or caring mother. She lets them do as they please.

Now, the eldest prince, Prince Seokjin. He is the next in line for the throne. Elizabeth said that he is very serious about his role in the family. With his brothers, he can be a fun person who will crack jokes and enjoy the company of others. But when wronged, he can be a completely different person. He once chopped off a chef’s fingers for making a soup too spicy for his liking and fed those fingers to his dogs. Since he will most likely become king in the near future, more galas will be held to find the prince a suitable wife. Overall, Y/N believes that she will not be in contact with the prince very often either.

The second eldest is Prince Yoongi, the second in line for the throne. According to Elizabeth, he rarely shows his face in public. He is extremely introverted. He keeps to himself, usually in his room where he will write poems, or he will be sleeping. Even with his introverted nature, he is somewhat of a genius. Elizabeth said that when he was a teenager, the king went to war with a foreign land and was at a disadvantage. It was Prince Yoongi, at age 16, that stepped in and completely remodeled the military tactics, which won them the war. However, like his brother, when wronged, he turns into a beast. One day, he was asleep in his room when a servant came in to clean. The servant did not notice the prince asleep and continued his task. It was not until he accidentally knocked the prince’s favorite ink off of his table and spilled it on the ground. The prince woke up in a rage. The man tried to apologize to the prince, only to have himself sent to the dungeons for a week with no food or water. On the last day, Prince Yoongi went down to see the servant, only to behead him himself.

When Elizabeth told them that story, Y/N felt deep chills run down her spine. Hopefully she won’t have to interact with Yoongi during her time at the castle.

From what she heard about the third and fourth oldest princes, Hoseok and Namjoon, they are not as hot tempered as the two eldest. Hoseok is a kind person with a bubbly personality, but when he is pushed the wrong way, he can be a force to be reckoned with. Namjoon on the other hand has not publicly displayed any hostile actions. He is extremely smart and a good leader. From what Elizabeth said, Namjoon is somewhat of a leader to all the brothers. He is very considerate of all of their opinions and is able to settle any arguments between the brothers. Y/N does not suspect to have any issues with those two princes.

Now the last three. Jimin and Taehyung, the fraternal twins who like to cause mischief in the palace. They seem to like to pick on the staff and belittle anyone who is of lower status then themselves. Out of the two of them, Taehyung is more sadistic. He will keep harassing staff members until they leave, hurt themselves or commit suicide. Jimin on the other hand, likes to make people, especially the women he has accompany him in his chambers, feel like they cannot survive without him. Whenever he has wronged one of his girls and they try to talk to him about it, he uses his charming attitude and well-chosen words to turn the whole conversation around onto the girls. He would make them feel like they were the ones who wronged him, and they would apologize to him and swear that they will do better.

Last but not least, the youngest prince, Jungkook. He had everything handed to him on a diamond plate. Elizabeth noted that his beauty almost rivals that of his oldest brother and Jungkook knows it. She said that he excels in anything he does. However, he is probably the scariest out of all the brothers. Jungkook can get away with anything…ANYTHING. Apparently, he was in love with a princess once and planned on marrying her. One day before he planned on proposing to her, he caught her having sex with one of his guards in the library. Furious, he went to his room and waited for her to return. When she did, he asked her where she was, and she lied to him saying that she went for a walk in the palace garden. Jungkook then called the guard she was with into his room and had two guards block the doors out of his room. He tied the princess to a chair, ignoring her cries trying to convince him that she would never cheat on him. He then ordered the guard to remove all of his clothing, leaving him nude. Jungkook had the guard put on prison cuffs himself while the prince hammered a hook into the wall. He beckoned the naked guard to lift his cuffed hands onto the hook. Once everything was in place, he slowly began to castrate the guard, relishing in the man’s screams of agony and the princesses’ shrill screams of horror. After he castrated him, Jungkook swiftly sliced the man’s neck, causing blood to spew out from the slash and him to choke on his own blood, all the while Jungkook forced the princess to watch. Once the man’s body stopped twitching, he untied the frozen princess and took her to his balcony. The princess began apologizing to the prince promising that she will never be unfaithful to him ever again, swearing her loyalty to him and begging for his forgiveness. He gave her a warm smile and gave her a small kiss on the lips, telling her that she is forgiven. And Just as the princess began to relax, Jungkook shoved her over the balcony and watched her body fall to ground. When the prince’s parents found out, they sent word to the princesses’ father that she had run off with a man and that they cannot find them anywhere. The princesses’ father believed them and sent search parties all around the country, never to find out the truth about what happened to his daughter. It’s because of that incident that Jungkook ends the lives of those who betray him.

All of a sudden, she heard something being knocked over and water spilling. Then a sudden cry of pain. Worried that one of girls hurt themselves, Y/N immediately got up and ran down the hall towards the noise, ignoring Emily telling her not to involve herself.

Y/N could hear a males voice from down the hall, “You stupid whore!! Your spilled you water on my fucking new shoes!!”

Once she turned the corner to where she would find the girl, her eyes widened, and her heart stopped.

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alecmagnuslwb · 3 years

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Giving Home a Heartbeat - @doubleredweek Day 7

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Jason’s pretty sure that somewhere underneath all these boxes is the house they bought, he’s just not quite sure where.

“Jay Jay, Daddy stopped picking up boxes and sat down, so I’m picking up the slack!” Lian shouts over the distinct scraping sound of cardboard. Jason turns and there she is walking backwards her tiny hands pulling a box along that’s practically the same size as her not even breaking a sweat. Sometimes Jason thinks they really need to ask Jade about any superhuman abilities she might be hiding that could have been passed down.

Jason shakes his head and walks over to her lifting the box and sitting it over with the rest of the living room Jenga stack of cardboard boxes that is their life.

“Good work princess,” Jason says ruffling her hair as she sidles up next to him looking at all the boxes with a much more gleeful look on her face than the one he’s sporting.

“I am not slacking,” Roy shouts with a struggling groan. Jason turns back to the door watching as Roy takes a step through with three heavy boxes precariously stacked on top of one another in his arms blockading Roy’s body almost entirely from view. Jason rushes over to his side taking the highest one revealing Roy’s head his messy hair dripping with sweat and poking out wildly from underneath his backwards cap.

“These are the last ones and I just didn’t want to make numerous trips,” he grunts shifting the boxes in his arms. “Dick and Babs are taking the truck back and sweetly said they will not be coming back to help us unpack.” Jason rolls his eyes eight siblings, one younger than them aunt, two pseudo sisters-in-laws, a literal space traveling brother-in-law, three parental figures and one grandfatherly figure between the two of them and not one of them stuck around long enough to put all these boxes through the front door.

“We don’t know exactly how you want everything set up,” Connor had justified as he and Kyle started floating up into the sky and away as soon as the truck was full as if Jason, Roy and especially Lian wouldn’t happily boss them around with instructions of where to place things.

Stephanie, Tim and Damian even had the audacity to eat half the moving day pizza on their own, pick up one box together and then disappear. Teamwork Steph had called it before high fiving Roy and running after her boyfriend. Chaotic bisexuals Roy had sighed as they sped away on her motorcycle Damian already long gone slipping off like a silent shadow in the mid-day.

At least Roy and Jason hadn’t had to pay for the pizza they got one shared slice of, after twenty minutes of arguing about who should pay Oliver and Bruce had settled on splitting. Though knowing Bruce Jason would bet he added on a bigger tip when Ollie’s back was turned just to spite him.

“Do you think the Aqua Family treat each other this way?” Jason says watching as Lian tosses a small box up on the still covered in plastic couch and starts tearing at the tape.

“I bet they swim across the seven seas and happily move their family’s underwater décor without complaint,” Roy says as he slips behind Jason resting his chin on Jason’s shoulder. Together they survey the room with the knowledge that every other room in the house looks much the same, a labyrinth of boxes. It’s gonna take them weeks to unpack all the stuff from the workshop alone.

“I know we don’t know her as well as my dad and Bruce, but do you think if we put in a call to Zatanna she’d just,” Roy says flicking his hands around Jason’s waist in a pale comparison to the intricate patterns Jason’s seen her do in battle. “Ya know, poof and we’re unpacked.”

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen,” Jason sighs. Lian has fully opened the box now pulling out item after item that definitely all belong in the kitchen not on their living room couch.

Roy faux cries burying his face in Jason’s neck sadly. Jason reaches up a hand only slightly condescendingly patting at Roy’s head.

“Alright, we gotta start somewhere. Lian’s room is the priority, you and I have slept on far more uncomfortable things than a plastic wrapped couch,” he says, they’ve already got a start in there anyways thanks to Alfred the only member of their families who’s not an ingrate setting up her pink and green matching bed, bookshelf, desk and wall shelves without even being asked. Jason survey’s the room eyes falling over to the kitchen. “I’d say we shoot for finishing the kitchen tonight too, but we can always just order takeout again.”

“More pizza!” Lian squeals in delight twirling a bundle of measuring cups around and around in one hand.

“No, we’ll get something else,” Roy says and Lian’s face drops just a little. “Something with lots of vegetables, like Thai maybe.” She perks back up at that.

“As long as I don’t have to eat peas,” she grumbles trading the measuring cups out for a ladle she taps delightedly on the boxes flap.

“Fine, no peas,” Jason says slipping away from Roy and grabbing the box Lian has been playing around with as she shouts triumphantly about the lack of peas in her future. He tosses the things she’s taken out of the box back in and slides it onto the kitchen counter to deal with later.

“Go to your room and start unpacking the boxes labeled books first okay,” Roy says lifting her up from the couch her legs sticking to the plastic as he does and settling her feet on the ground. “Put some on the lower shelves, but don’t try to reach the high shelves without Jay or I’s help okay?”

Lian nods furiously skittering off clapping her hands in joy, her light up Scooby Doo shoes going wild with every step.

“Promise, Daddy!” she shouts as she hightails it up the stairs and turns the corner sharply. A light thud earns their attention as soon as she disappears from sight followed by silence.

“Lian?” Jason shouts after her already braced to rush the stairs if she doesn’t respond instantly. Roy does the same.

“I’m okay, I just kicked a box over!” she shouts back and they both breathe a sigh of relief. “And it knocked over two more!” she says with utter delight causing them both to chuckle.

“If we want to get this house done before she’s out of high school, we’re gonna need to send her for an archery range day with grandpa tomorrow,” Roy says walking over to Jason. He hops up onto the kitchen island kicking his feet out back and forth.

“And maybe an ice cream day with aunt Emiko the day after that, just in case,” Jason adds on as he settles himself between Roy’s dangling legs his back to Roy’s front. Roy wraps his arms back around him, placing his chin back where it had been in the living room.

They both gaze out across the rooms, across their home, across what it will be in a few days’ time. Jason never thought he’d call Star City home, hell he never thought he’d get out of the Narrows, but here he is a homeowner with a man he fully intends to keep for the rest of his life and a little girl he considers his daughter.

“It’s gonna look great when it’s all set up,” Roy says nuzzling his face softly to Jason’s temple. “The perfect mix of superhero chic and parents of a five-year-old who only occasionally cleans up after herself.”

“An interior designers dream,” Jason chuckles leaning back further into Roy’s arms.

“Jade’s gonna hate it,” Roy laughs.

“Oh god, I’ll fly Alfred out to help me clean just to be sure it’s spotless when the time comes. When does she get back from South America?”

“The fourteenth, she’s taking Lian for the week, remember?” Roy says pressing a quick kiss to Jason’s jaw. The fourteenth, that’s plenty of time to make it look it’s best to at least cut her sly judgements in half.

They’re quiet for a while comfortably listening to the rustling sound of Lian tearing tape off of boxes above them. She’s probably gonna be wrapped in it by the time they get up here.

“We own a house,” Jason says breaking the comfortable quiet still stunned by the fact they’ve made it here. Six years ago he walked away from Roy, the worst mistake he’s ever made, and somehow impossibly when he came crawling back Roy welcomed him with open arms and now they’re here. It feels almost too good to be true.

Roy nods and Jason can feel his smile against his neck.

“Your stuck with me now Jaybird,” he chuckles and Jason pulls Roy’s arms around him tighter, happily stuck. They bask in each other’s arms a little longer when the sound of tape gets louder and more prominent followed by a giggle and comical ‘oops’ from Lian.

“We better go help her before she mummifies herself in packing tape,” Roy chuckles slipping out from behind Jason and making his way to the stairs taking them two at a time. Jason hangs back for a moment just looking one last time at the space in front of him, looking at their home before following the sounds of tape being unwrapped from clothes and the laughter of the two most important people in his world.

#my fic #jayroy #jayroyweek2021 #jason todd #roy harper #writersmonth2021

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staynskz · 3 years

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Making Amends: Part Two

Pairing: husband BangChan x female reader

Genre: slight angst, fluff

Word count: 2.2k+

Warning(s): none

At work, your boss realized how distracted you were. “Y/N, are you okay?” she asked, snapping you back to reality. “Huh? Oh… yeah I’m doing okay, just a bit deep in thought.” She stared at you with worried eyes. “It doesn’t seem like it. Look, why don’t you go home and get some rest for a few days while I work on the rest of the project, okay?” “What? No, it’s okay-I’m completely capable of completing the project, don’t worry, I-” “Y/N… you’re my hardest working employee. I’m sure it’ll be fine if you take some time off, okay? Why don’t you go home and stay with your kids for a bit and see how it goes. Maybe spend some time with them while they’re still small, hmm?”

She was right. You’d been so caught up in this project, you barely slept, ate, nor spent much time with children anymore. You thought the project was only going to last for a bit, but that was never the case with any project at work. “Are you sure?” you guiltily asked. “Yes, I’m sure! Now go! Enjoy the rest of your day off, hun!” As she shooed you out of the office, you walked out into the street and realized that you didn’t even remember how to have fun. You planned a small date for you and your kids. They for sure were going to have fun with you today. You were going to make memories they’d never forget.

After picking up the kids from Changbin’s house, you surprised them by going to the park near the house. It had been so long since you’d brought them here. It felt like a million years had gone by already. The three of you ate ice cream, played lava monster on the playground, and ate dinner together. The day was set as a memory you’d never forget. When the three of you got home later that evening, you saw that Chan’s car was in the driveway. It was weird that he was home so early. You weren’t displeased, but from the last conversation you both had, you weren’t so happy either. Either way, you inhaled deeply and went into the house.

Chan was sitting on the couch when the three of you trudged your way in. Aris and Eli both dropped their backpacks on the ground and ran over to Chan. “Daddy!!!” they screamed as they attempted to climb onto Chan’s lap. “Hi kiddos,” he said while grabbing them both and placing them on his lap. “Daddy, guess what mommy and us did today??” Aris asked Chan. “What is it? What did you and mommy do, hmm?” Eli cut his sister short as he started exaggerating every detail of the day. They were both so busy entertaining Chan that they forgot you were still standing by the door just watching them explain things to their dad.

Before the story could get any crazier, you decided to let them both know that it was time for bed, and that they needed to sleep so that they could wake up and go to uncle Binnie’s house tomorrow. “Awwww but I wanna stay up with you and daddy!!!” Aris complained while pouting. “Yeah!! You said we could do anything we want today!!” Eli chimed in tune with his sister. “Now, you both know how mommy is when she gets mad, you two. Why don’t you go shower tonight, and we can all ready a book together tonight, hmm?” Chan explained calmly to them. With a loud gasp, Aris said, “Can we read about the warriors who slay the dragon??!!!” “Noooo!!! I want to read about Cinderella,” Eli retorted. It was literally as if Aris was the brother and Eli was the sister from the way they both acted. It was too adorable. Chuckling, Chan obliged to read both stories to them. Running away happily, they took their bags from your hands and got ready to shower and end the day.

When the kids had finished showering, Chan laid in bed with them-both books in his hands. He really was going to read both books, wasn’t he? You just stood at the door watching your children smile while they laid across Chan’s lap. “Mommy?” Eli said interrupting your thoughts. “What is it, baby?” “Can you come lay with us?” Surprised, you stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed, looking at where to join the children and Chan on the bed without actually being near Chan. “Come on, mommyyyy, I want to get the story started!” Eli complained while you stood there-still looking like an idiot. “Mommy, just sleep by daddy!” Aris demanded while making some room by Chan on the bed.

Not wanting to waste any more time, you walked over to the side of the bed and joined Chan under the covers while the kids shifted their way around the two of you. It was awkward, to say the least. You were still struggling on how to sit next to Chan but could only lean back towards the wall behind you. It was the most uncomfortable feeling ever. The four of you sitting in your daughter’s small bed trying to find space just to read a simple bedtime story. “Mommyyy! Can you move, please? I don’t have any space,” Aris complained beside you. “Well mommy doesn’t have any space either, baby. Why don’t you sit on my lap, hmm?” “No, I don’t want to mommy. Why don’t you just lay on daddy’s shoulder like you always do?” The most awkward tension had been brought back by your sassy five-year-old daughter.

So it was true-toddlers were probably worse than teenagers because of their unruly filter. All that time, Chan just sat there laughing and giggling to himself under his breath with Eli. He truly did know how to get under your skin. Especially since you were both still not speaking to each other than about the kids. You shot a glare at Chan while adjusting yourself to compromise with your daughter.

It was hard getting intimate with Chan-even just putting your head on his shoulder. It had been so long since you’d both been intimate-whether it be holding hands or even making love. It just wasn’t there anymore. You missed it, to be honest. It was the hardest thing to admit. You wanted to be independent, show that you were tough, but all you wanted in all honesty was for Chan to hold you. You missed the way he would caress your body, the way he would kiss every inch of your body, make you feel his love through his actions, whisper sweet nothings in your ears, tell you how beautiful you were regardless of anything you thought of yourself. You missed those days. The days when you were both able to enjoy small moments together. “Are you comfortable, babe?” Chan asked, bringing you back to reality. Shocked by his sudden words, you whispered a simple yes without looking at him and you laid your head on his shoulder. “Okay, let’s begin, shall we?” Chan asked the kids as he opened your daughter’s favorite book. “Once upon a time, there were three kingdoms…” that was the last you’d heard while you could keep your eyes open.

The next thing you knew, you were waking up in your bed with Chan’s arms around your waist. He must’ve brought you to the bedroom after he read the books to the kids. Pulling his arms off you, you walked toward the bathroom to get ready for work. It was hard holding a grudge against Chan at times. Times where moments were so sweet and loving like last night. But one moment wouldn’t fix that. One moment can’t fix the lonely nights you cried in bed alone and cold. One moment can’t fix the many times you’d had to tell friends and family that Chan was busy at work while you were at family functions he promised he’d show up to. It had been going on for long enough. You did want to forgive him, but forgiveness had to come with change; that was the only compromise you’d ever needed from Chan. Regardless, you were going to try and make this work once you finished your unfinished project at work. There was too much at stake to lose the deal you were close to closing.

Dropping off the kids at Changbin’s house went smoothly and arriving at work seemed less stressful than previous weeks. Maybe your boss was right taking a day off definitely helped. “What are you doing here, Y/N?” you heard your boss’s voice behind you. “What do you mean what am I doing here? I’m here to work,” you said nonchalantly to your boss as she followed you into your office. “Y/N… when I said take some time off, I didn’t mean only half a day.” “…What do you mean?” you asked. “I meant take a few days off, Y/N. I can’t make my most hardworking employee burn out!” “But the project-I can’t just-” Taking the paperwork out of your hands, your boss quietly said to you, “it’s about time you and your hubby go on vacation, yeah?”

Vacation. That word was so foreign to you. It was so long ago since you’ve been on vacation. “I don’t think vacation’s a great idea since we’re trying to land this deal…” you said while trying to snatch the paperwork back. “Noooo… you do realize that they agreed to the deal, right?” “They did?!” “Yeah, they did. I don’t know how they came to a conclusion to work with us, but here we are.” “Wow… that makes me feel so much easier now,” you said while sitting down. “Good. So that means that I have to kick you out of this building just so you’ll take time off, right?” she asked as she grabbed your purse. “What? No, I need to-” “Ah! No. If you don’t listen to what I have to say, that means I’ll have to fire you just so you’ll stop living here, right?” “I mean…” “No-that’s what I thought. Please, Y/N, you need to leave this place for just a few days, okay?” “Please go home and rest while you can before we have to close another deal, okay?” She rushed you out of the office and blew a kiss before choosing the lobby floor for you in the elevator.

You couldn’t even catch sight of what was happening-just that your boss had given you the next few days off. Sounded good, though, since you needed it and wanted to catch up on a few projects back at home. You texted Changbin’s wife asking if they could keep the kids until the same time so that you could run some errands. With a sweet reply, she said yes.

Pulling into the garage, you saw that Chan’s car was still parked in the garage. Did he not go to work? Either way, you still didn’t want to talk about the situation with Chan. It was like you were both walking on eggshells- not just around the kids, but it you were both struggling to find a middle ground. It’s not like you were trying to make a point by not apologizing… okay maybe it was a bit of pride, but you also felt that Chan should’ve been more helpful as a husband and father.

Opening the door to your house, you saw that there were packed suitcases in the living room. Why were there suitcases? Was Chan leaving you? Was it the nightmare you wished would never happen? It made your stomach drop. No matter how independent you were, in this marriage, it only worked as a codependent relationship. Not only that, but as parents, it would be easier to work together in one home than in two-in most cases. Was Chan falling out of love with you? Was Chan going to leave you alone? Were you really going to be the single mother you’d always felt you’d been for the past few months?

As those thoughts were running through your mind, Chan walked into the room. “Hey, babe… let’s go.” “Go where?” you asked. “We’re gonna miss our flight.” “Our flight? What do you mean? I still have work, and the kids-” “I’ll explain on the way to the airport-” Chan said as he pulled you back into the garage and into his car along with the suitcases. On the car ride to the airport, you couldn’t help but ask so many questions. Where were the kids? Where were you guys going? What happened? Chan answered the questions with simple yet vague answers. It wasn’t helping your frantic mind at all.

Boarding the private jet, you weren’t ready to go anywhere-you were just worried about your babies. You knew you left them with Changbin and his wife, but you didn’t get to say goodbye before leaving to whatever destination Chan had been rushing you to go to. Taking a seat on the jet, you opened your mouth to ask Chan another question, but were hushed with his stern voice saying for you not to worry, and that you needed to get some rest before arriving at the destination. Furious at the vagueness of his answers, you turned toward the window and stared at the sky as the jet took off.

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Author’s note: Here’s part two :) I’m just glad I’ve been having a bit more time to work on this with the few days I get off of work.

Tag list: @crispbang

#skz #straykids #bangchan #chanfluff #chanangst #bangchanfluff #bangchanangst #husbandbangchan #husbandchan #dadbangchan #dadchan

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queenmolina · 3 years

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bobby was in the system

i’m going into detail about how i imagine it just because that’s what anon asked me to do - if you think this might be upsetting then i advise you to stop reading here <3

i’m going to preempt this with some disclaimers

- i’m british so my pov of the system will be wrong, i’m not even going to try and translate it

- i’m not picking out sad/tragic things to be deliberately upsetting for the sake of an angsty backstory, this is just genuinely how i choose to imagine it happening

- this is a compilation of my friend and i semi-projecting onto our shared comfort character. im more than happy to share this because i really like this take for bobby, but please be sensitive in any comments you might make in (more for other people’s sake - im comfortable to discuss any of the content)

bobby doesn’t remember his parents. he lived with them for a time and from what people have told him, they were a really happy family. his mom was a therapist and his dad was an author. there are photos of the two of them smiling happily at the camera - some even had a small, baby-faced bobby bouncing on their knee, though they called him robin. it’s on all of his certificates, all of the documents. his name is robin. it doesn’t feel right

when he’s three, bobby’s parents pass. he thinks it must have been some kind of accident - to take them both in one go - but he doesn’t get offered any explanation. he’s almost immediately fostered into a family but there’s so many kids there that it’s basically a foster home. he’s one of the youngest and is immediately babied by all of the older kids which is where he starts to be selective about physical affection/contact with other people

he stays there until he’s six. all of the kids there get moved about when their ‘parents’ (it’s what the kids were told to call them but it never really applied) decided they actually weren’t cut out to look after a dozen children and threw in the towel

six year olds are a bit middle of the range in terms of how quickly people foster/adopt them but bobby’s gained a bit of a reputation for being ‘tricky to manage’ because he’s so fussy - he’s not fussy, he just wants people to stop mollycoddling him and give him some peace and quiet. he stays in a foster home for a year until eventually a couple take him in. but it doesn’t last long - they say bobby acts out and all of a sudden he’s back on the front step with his shopping bag of possessions and they’re passing ‘robin’ back as though he’s a library book and not a child

from the ages of eight to twelve, he gets passed back and forth from one place to the next. some are better than others, obviously. there’s the malone’s where the only other kid is their 17 year old biological daughter who thankfully doesnt much care for ambushing bobby like some of the others had. there’s the harper’s where bobby’s surprised they even passed the social worker visit because the house is a tip - but the carers are nice and he has his own room. there’s the vegaro’s who he even allows himself to hug when he had to leave. the rest of them aren’t even worth remembering. they never lasts, even the nice ones always go wrong. he’s back in the foster home every time he begins to get settled

when he’s twelve, the rate at which he gets fostered slows again. he sidles along with the older kids who seem to have given up hope and spend their days causing trouble or sneaking out of the home just because they can. bobby doesn’t go with them for a few months - until he realises that it’s fine. no one will care if he disappears for a few hours. will they even care if he doesn’t come back at all?

on his thirteenth birthday, one of the carers helps him gather his stuff from his bunk and shove it all into a bag. he’s fed up of trying to find a real home so when a woman shows up to take him, he doesn’t even try for a smile

it’s his aunt. his biological family. she has the same soft features as his mother in the photos and the same dark, pin-straight hair. somehow it manages to hurt more when she wrinkles her nose at his attempts of a conversation

her husband is nice. jerry, his name is. a portly man with a receding hairline and a frequent habit for offering bobby a sip of his beer. he’s not related to bobby by blood but it’s nice to feel like someone’s on his side

his aunt hates him. she doesn’t say it out loud - not when bobby’s in the room - but he sees how she looks at him. he hears her arguing with jerry about him sometimes and saying nasty things about his mother too. she and jerry seem to fall out a lot

she leaves one day. and doesn’t come back.

for once, bobby doesn’t get sent back to the foster home. if anything, he feels more welcomed once his aunt had gone. he and jerry feel like family - a little strained but bobby thinks that must be how all families feel. they watch tv together and even share hobbies. jerry even bought him a guitar, something brand new and for bobby and not second hand. bobby was worried he would have to give it back when the time came for him to return to the home but that wasn’t something to worry about right now. he meets jerry’s friends and family and for once, bobby feel like he has a family of his own

this is also the longest he’s ever stayed at one school. he thinks he might be making friends (he can call them friends this time, they’re not allies. they’re friends)

when he’s fifteen, jerry passes. he hadn’t been very well, it had been getting worse. bobby had seen that it was coming and had half-packed a bag before it had even happened

his new friends from school come to the funeral and sit with him on the front row of pews. alex - who was a foot taller than the rest of them - cowers a little from all of the attention. luke pulls at his sleeves and collar, clearly uncomfortable in the fancy get up, but he offers a sad smile whenever bobby catches his eye. reggie isn’t sure what to make of the whole thing but he can see that bobby’s upset and their shoulders knock together whenever reggie wants to remind him he’s not alone. at one point, bobby even takes reggies hand in his. he would be embarrassed or uncomfortable at the contact except he’s lost his family and he’s probably going to lose his friends too

instead of going back to the group home, he’s asked to move in with jerry’s mother, althea

she has a pretty big house and a garage which she converts into a space for bobby to hang out. he’s still unused to having his own room so to have two feels a little overwhelming. he invites his friends over to fill the space and when luke asks to start a band, bobby allows him to convert the garage into a makeshift studio. althea doesn’t mind, in fact she encourages it.

bobby isn’t the best at putting his thoughts into words but he can put them into action so when the boys start having trouble at home, he makes one thing very clear: the studio is their home. the studio belongs to all of them and if they ever need a place to stay, they should stay here. this is their home, where they’re loved and looked after. bobby tells them this in fewer words but he hopes they understand

(he’s not sure why the boys are so upset about their home lives - bobby would do anything to be with his parents. that is until he sees alex stifling hot tears or luke choking up over his test results or reggie knocking on his bedroom window at two am, desperate to escape the noise. then he gets it)

luke moves in and bobby starts carting his dinners to the studio to eat. althea pretends not to notice that there’s another boys clothes in her laundry loads and just starts doubling bobby’s food portion to make sure they both get enough

then it goes wrong. and bobby loses another family.

althea teaches him things to keep him distracted. she shows him how to knit, teaches him more tagalog, more recipes. it does nothing to make him feel better but he could never tell her that. he’s grateful for every moment she spends with him. she didn’t owe him anything and yet she took him in. the least he could do is try to smile and forget about his boys for a moment. for her.

she’s the one that encourages him to keep creating music, to make them a legacy they can be remembered by. it doesn’t work out that way in the end and she’s the only person that understands how the guilt weighs him down quite so much

years later, when he’s told that he’s going to be a father, his first thought is to run. he can barely cope with being responsible for himself, let alone another person. but it wasn’t his choice, she was going to have the baby. he was going to be a father

carrie is three when her mother leaves. it feels like another cruel twist of fate, like a knife in his gut. he always wondered when it would be his turn to go. he’s 29 and maybe he should’ve gone 26 years ago with his parents, or 14 years ago with jerry, or 12 years ago with his boys. but he would not let carrie have his struggles. so he cries to althea alone and puts on a brave face for his daughter

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oddsnendsfanfics · 3 years

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It’s the Best Time of The Year

Genre: Fan Fiction (Night Hunter) Pairing: Lt Walter Marshall /Reader Warnings: Pure Fluff! Get your sweet tooth ready! Rating: G Length: Drabble Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: A little fluffy, okay a lot of fluffy, Christmas-ish Walter.

Henry Cavill Master List

From outside the house, Walter could hear Holly Jolly Christmas blaring throughout, unlocking the door and trudging inside he kicked the snow off his boots before leaving them on the mat beside the front door. Typically, this would lead to him lecturing you about being aware of your surroundings. Anybody could break in and...he stopped seeing you and his daughter attempting to waltz through the kitchen.

Racks of cookies were littering the counter tops, various sized boxes took up what cookies didn't. Squares, pies, and handmade chocolates took up even more space on the table, spilling into the dining room. Someone had been busy. Blissfully unaware of his presence, you and Faye continued to laugh and dance. Aprons and cheeks covered in flour. Faye's dark hair had splatters of red icing here and there.

Foregoing the lecture, Walter gave in – this once. Watching for a few more seconds before clearing his throat to alert you of his presence.

“Walt!” You exclaim letting go of Faye, the two of you giggling like crazy, “You're home early.” You rush to give him a quick peck.

“Harper forced me out.” His laugh is soft and deep. Eyeing you and his daughter, he raises his brow. “Did I interrupt, ladies?”

“Not at all. We were working on dinner, while finishing up some baking.” You answer happily, smiling wide. The music continues to play, at a lower level, thanks to Faye.

“Hey dad.” The teenager hugs her father tightly. Kissing the top of her head, Walter takes a deep breath resting his chin there for a moment. “So, off early. Did Hell freeze over?”

“Language.” Walter mumbles, nudging her. “And no. I am home early, because I have decided to take a few days off. Harper decided I should start early. Come home and enjoy the chaos.”

“Excuse me?” Faye is wide eyed. “Did I hear that right? You, my father, Walter Marshall, are taking a few days off? Dad, are you dying?”

“No,” Chuckling Walter shakes his head. Sliding his arm around you, he pulls you closer. “I had some time to use and decided to spend Christmas home. Is that a big deal?”

Giggling, you wink at Faye indicating that there is more to this story than her father is telling her. Tapping her foot on the tiled floor, Faye wrinkles her nose. She's not buying it. No where in her memory, did she recall her father taking time off.

“Uh huh. Right, okay.” Rolling her eyes she scoffs.

“Why is that so hard to believe?” Walter glances at you.

“Because you never take time off. Ever.” You answer for Faye.

When Walter had told you that he wanted to take Christmas off, it was startling. He rarely took time off and always worked the holidays. Faye would stay with her mother, while Walter practically lived in his office. “Crime doesn't take Christmas off.” He would fuss. In the four years that you had known Walter, two that you were together, he hardly took time off for anything. Upon further discovery, it seemed nobody could remember the last time the Detective took more than a day off. A whole week off, including Christmas, this really was some sort of Christmas Miracle.

“Which is why I have decided to take the time. Is it a crime that I want Christmas with my family?”

“No.” Faye shrugged. Stirring the sauce in the pot, Faye sighed. She was not buying whatever her father was selling.

“Why don't you run up, get changed, and we will have dinner nearly ready by then.” You gently pat Walter's chest, giving him another quick kiss. “Go, we can marvel at the impossible when you come back down.” Not missing the chance to tease him.

Shaking his head and muttering about what terrible influences you and Faye were on one another, Walter returned the kiss, before turning on his heel and heading to change out of his office attire. Downstairs you and Faye had reverted back to your antics, tossing a piece of lettuce at her you laughed when she smacked you with the salad spoon. Walter would pretend to ignore it, but you knew that he enjoyed the chaos. He especially loved that you and Faye got on so well.

He would tell you every time she came over, how much he loved that she had decided to love you as much as he did. It was pretty hard not to love her back. When you had started dating Walter, you knew he had a daughter, and an ex-wife. Both, who at times, gave him grief. You had quickly worked out that it wasn't in a malicious intent, they simply worried about him. Especially Faye.

“My god that smells fantastic,” Walter commented walking through the house to rejoin his family.

“Faye made it,” You beamed with pride, arms wrapping around Walter's torso. You loved how warm he always was. Even more so since the winter had once again came. Snuggling into his side, you felt him relax while you watched Faye finish dinner.

“And who made all these?” He gestured to the baking.

“It was a joint effort.” Looking over her shoulder from the stove, Faye answered with a smile. “We're taking some down to the station tomorrow.”

“They will love that,” Walter smiled softly.

“Since you're off for vacation, we could use the extra pair of hands.” Faye winked, sticking out her tongue. “Or if we take you to work, will you end up staying, because crime doesn't take Christmas off.” She did her best impression of her father. You couldn't help but snort a little.

“Hush, you.” Walter bumped you with his hip. “I can go to work and not work.”

“Oh really?” Faye challenged. “Why did you all of a sudden decide to take time off, anyway?”

“Well,” Walter cleared his throat, leaning over you to reach for a snowflake shaped cookie, “I wanted to take some time to celebrate.”

“Should we tell her?” You ask watching Faye's expression. Confusion growing.

“Think she can handle it?” Walter teased.

“Yes!” Faye urged, bouncing on her feet. “Yes, tell me!”

The suspense was going to kill her. There were a million things in her mind. Whatever her imagination was telling her, you could only hope this was going to be as good. Faye was a good kid, you had worked hard all afternoon, worrying that you would let the cat out of the bag. Walter would have been fine with you sharing the surprise, but you wanted him to be there, too.

“Okay, but I want you to know that this changes nothing. I am still going to love you and...”

“Oh my GOD!” Shouting and squealing, Faye waved her hands excitedly. “You're pregnant!”

Wide eyed Walter nearly choked on the second cookie he had swiped. Laughing, you can feel his heart racing like a damn cheetah. Her face was priceless, but it was time to break her poor little heart.

“Uh, no.” You pout and shrug. “No brothers or sisters, yet.”

“Okay, so then what...”

“We're getting married.” Walter announced, unceremoniously. His eyes bright and his smile infectious.

“Dad!” Faye exclaimed, her hands wildly waving in excitement. “You were supposed to let me help you. Holy shit, how bad did he screw this up? Where's your ring? He did buy a ring, right? I told him about the...”

“Faye,” Walter's tone was stern.

“He didn't screw it up, at all.” You pat his chest, beaming. “And there is a ring, but it had to be sized. I'll have it back next week, but I have pictures.”

“Oh my god, I NEED to see them!” Shouting happily, Faye forgot about the dinner she was making. “Let me see! I need to see it! Dad! This is amazing!” tears in her eyes she hugged Walter's neck tightly.

Hugging his daughter, tight, Walter felt a wave of relief. He had assumed that Faye would take the news well, but one could never be too sure in these situations. Letting go of his neck, Faye wiped her eyes quick, before attacking you in her next hug.

Excitedly squealing as she loosened her grip, Faye paused. “Who else knows?”

“Us, you. We wanted to tell you first.” Walter spoke, as he took over dinner.

“How long have you...”

“Four days,” You wipe your own tears. “Oh my god, Faye. It was so perfect and so unexpected. Your old man has charm.” You giggle like a teenager. “I was getting ready for work...”

“You asked her while she was getting ready for work? Dad,” Faye rolled her eyes at him.

Walter shrugged it off. Whatever, you'd said “yes” that was good enough for him.

You had been upstairs in your bathroom, getting ready for work, when you'd walked out to Walter in the hall way. Kissing you, he took a step back, revealing the black box in the palm of his hand. No words. No grand gesture. But you knew exactly what he was asking. Tears, blurring your vision you allowed him to open the box and slide the slightly larger than needed ring on your left hand.

“It was so cute, though.” You defend your fiancé – You can't help but mull the word over. It feels so...odd to think of Walter in such terms.

“Dinner,” Walter announced turning off the gas on the stove. Not that it mattered, the two of you were still talking about how he had proposed and the things you loved, verses what Faye would have had him do differently. Whatever. You two would eat when you were good and ready.

“This is so amazing! This is going to be perfect. Can I come dress shopping with you?”

“I would hope my maid of honour wants to come dress shopping.” Catching Walter's eye, you winked.

“Really? I don't know...wow.” Breathing deeply to steady herself, Faye shook with delight. “Really? You want me?”

“Yes, silly!” You exclaim, hugging her again. Oh god it felt so good to tell Faye the news. Your head would have exploded if you'd had to keep this quiet any longer.

Grabbing your hand, Faye linked her fingers with yours, the two of you twirling around laughing and chattering about weddings. Walter was comfortable to lean against the counter watching the two of you dance around like fools. Dinner would keep, he could heat it in the microwave later. Dancing and singing to It's Beginning to Look a lot Like Christmas, you broke away from Faye, dancing over to Walter.

“May I have this dance?” You wink, pulling his arm.

Unfolding his arms, he allowed you to take his hand. Expertly twirling you around, Walter smiled when Faye whistled. Who knew her dad could dance? Moving you back to him, Walter held you against his chest gently swaying to the time of the music. He had spent a few nights this week dancing happily around the kitchen, living room, hell even the bathroom with you. It was silly, but Walter was beginning to enjoy the laid back approach to life.

“Faye,” Walter furrowed his brow, sighing. Pretending to grump as she recorded the two of you.

“What? You two are adorable. Dad, when did you get those moves?”

“I happen to be a fine dancer,” Walter let go of your hand, grasping Faye's free hand and taking her by surprise. Quickly handing off her phone, Faye carefully followed Walter's lead.

Laughing when Walter spun her around, sending her across the room, Faye caught her balance on the edge of the breakfast table. She could never remember her dad having this much fun or laughing this hard. Dancing around, you laugh when Walter quickly dips you pulling you back up and kissing you softly. Faye's mock retching noises going ignored.

“Thank you,” his lips against your, Walter smiles.

“For?”

“For saying yes and agreeing to marry me. For making me take time to enjoy my family.”

“It's nearly Christmas, Walt. A few days off, a party or two, it won't hurt. You work hard, sweetheart. You need to relax.” You lean into his chest, inhaling the scent of amber and sage.

Clearing her throat, Faye stood with a cookie in her hand, nibbling casually. “Uh, I know that you said I wasn't going to have a sibling, but um...could you not make one right now.”

#henry cavill #walter marshall #walter marshall x reader #walter marshall x you #nomis #night hunter

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justanotherblonde23 · 3 years

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When Marcus Met the Doctor

Author’s Note: Hey there Internet friends! So my buddy @autumnleaves1991-blog had asked me for a follow up on my original Marcus Moreno story. She was wondering how Marcus met the future Dr. Moreno. It was in an ask, but I can’t find it to save my life. I’m posting this on my iPad because my laptop isn’t playing nicely today, so I apologize if the format seems a little odd. I’m still learning! I gave the reader a last name and a nickname so I didn’t have to use y/n but I didn’t give any descriptions about physical appearance, so I hope you’ll be able to see yourself here. Please let me know what you think, I hope you enjoy - Kat

Warnings: swearing, single parenthood

Tags: @autumnleaves1991-blog @madness-roses @bisexual-space-slut @dindjarindiaries @frannyzooey @zeldasayer @cinewhore @revolution-starter @mrschiltoncat @softpedropascal @paniclana @jollyrancher87 @hdlynnslibrary @maybege @corrupt-fvcker @cyaredindjarin @scribbledghost @woakiees

Marcus was at his wit’s end. He’d been a single dad for all of three weeks after his wife decided that she wasn’t invested in being a mother or having a spouse that occasionally saved the world. What was he supposed to do with a kid that just turned 7, a two-month-old baby who started showing signs of powers, and a full-time job as one of the Heroics? He’d been up all night with the baby, Jules, because every time she woke up, she’d inadvertently started throwing things around the room...with her mind.

He had been around children with powers before, sure, but he had never encountered a child this young having powers begin to develop. Hell, his oldest, Missy, hadn’t even had her powers show up yet. He knew that each child was different, but this was way out of his league. He knew how to handle children; he loved children, especially his children. A powerful infant was not in his job description. He needed outside assistance, and he needed it yesterday.

It was a blustery Saturday, so he bundled himself and the kids up, making his way to Heroics HQ. There had to be someone there that could help. Walking into HQ was like walking into a completely different world. Uniquely powered individuals in multicolored hero outfits, scientists in lab coats, executives in suits, and a myriad of others all spent their time hustling and bustling through the gigantic building. In the middle of all this was Marcus, a dad in jeans, a grey V-neck, converse, and a leather jacket holding a bundled up super powered baby in the crook of his arm, with his hand gripping the small hand of his inquisitive little girl. He sighed, making his way to the building’s science and medical wing, trying to find the proper hallway and office number.

Finally, he found it, office 22A, the person who hopefully had the answers he needed for baby Jules. He knocked; he felt awkward just rushing in even though technically had an appointment. He hadn’t expected the door to be opened by the most beautiful woman that he’d ever laid eyes on. She smiled kindly, gesturing for him to enter. He couldn’t help but take in her appearance as he guided himself and Missy into the office. She was dressed professionally, wearing a pencil skirt, blouse, and heels topped with a lab coat, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her eyes shone with both care and enthusiasm; a soft smile graced her lips. He watched as she grabbed Missy’s hand, setting her up with toys in a corner filled with all sorts of things children loved. She was so gentle with the little girl, giving all of her attention to the child. Once Missy was situated and happily playing quietly, the woman turned her attention back to Marcus and Jules. She said something to him, but Marcus just stood there, blinking, a mixture of exhaustion and admiration rendering him speechless.

“Mr. Moreno?” a gentle voice inquired, her hand on his bicep snapping him out of his reverie.

Marcus blinked, shaking his head, willing himself to be in the present. “I’m so sorry, I’m completely worn out. Between work, the baby, and Missy, I’m just barely pulling through on my own. You can call me Marcus, by the way, Mr. Moreno just seems so formal.”

The kind smile was back as she led him to a couch at the back of the office, where they both sat down and got comfortable.

“So, Marcus, I hear that you are here to see me about your little one here. My name is Dr. Johnson, but mostly everyone around here calls me Iris. Please tell me what’s going on with the baby, and I can see what I can do for you.” She sounded so confident in her ability to assist him, not even knowing what the problem was yet.

“Iris? Is that your name?” Marcus accidentally wondered aloud.

The responding light laugh that Dr. Johnson gave him sounded like a perfect melody. “No, that’s not my name, just a nickname. One of my secondary abilities is a bit of telekinesis. When I activate that or my other abilities, my eyes turn well the color of irises, and the name just stuck.”

He nodded, absorbing the information while rocking Jules in his arms. She was dozing at the moment since this would ideally be her naptime. He studied her face, looking for what, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t even know where to begin, how to ask for something he wasn’t sure there was a solution for. It hit him then how young she was. How was someone so young supposed to help him?

“I sense some hesitation in you. If you have questions or concerns, I’m happy to address them. I want to be able to help you, but to do that, you also need to trust me.”

Marcus shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. He didn’t want to be rude or demanding, but this was his baby they were talking about here. It was his job to keep Jules safe, it was just him now, and he couldn’t stand the idea of her in any type of danger simply because he couldn’t figure out what to do about her powers.

Iris put her hand on his, causing him to look back at her again.

“Yes, I’m quite young, I just turned 28 last month, but that doesn’t make me any less qualified to help you and your baby girl. My greatest ability is my mind. I have nine doctorates, working on more as we speak, which doesn’t include my medical degrees. I am a doctor of pediatric medicine, as well as a surgeon for both children and adults. I’ve worked on most of the heroically enhanced beings that work here, you included, although you were unconscious at the time. I invent most of the tech that you and your fellow Heroics use every day. Those katana blades of yours, those are my work. As a father, I know that you’re going to be hesitant to allow anyone to help your daughter, especially someone who is young, like me. I assure you, Marcus, that my young age is made up for by my vast set of experiences. I would argue that I’m the best suited for this job out of anyone. Please, let me help you so that you can take care of your children to the best of your ability. Give me a chance here; I promise you won’t regret it.”

He had been expecting her anger at his hesitance, not her understanding. He was sure that he was about to be yelled at for doubting her. Instead, she calmly explained exactly who she was and why she was his best bet. Fuck, she was brilliant and willing to help. He needed to give her a chance and let her see this through, no matter how nervous he was.

“Iris, I apologize; I shouldn’t doubt you or your abilities. I’m pretty new at this single dad thing, and I’m just trying to take care of them the best I can. I’ve been doing mostly consultant work from home, but that’s only a temporary solution. I just-,” his voice broke, tears filling his eyes.

A tear dripped down his face, but the doctor caught it with her thumb, smoothing it away. She had tears in her own eyes, threatening to overflow. She enveloped him in as firm of a hug as she could with baby Jules still in his arms, letting him lay his head on her shoulder and permitting him to feel. All his sorrow, worries, and fears flowed out of him through his tears. Fingers carded through his hair, a hand rubbed soothing circles on his back, her words of comfort whispered in his ear. Marcus, you’re not alone. There are people who want to help. It’s okay, let it all out. He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but by the time he finished crying, he felt safe and cared for, something that he hadn’t felt in a while, not since far before his ex had left.

They spent the next half hour discussing what abilities Jules had exhibited so far, what Marcus’ concerns were, and what he needed to be a functional parent. He explained how the baby started showing signs of power less than a week after she was born, how she seemed to be able to move things with her mind, but that he wasn’t quite sure because, well, Jules was a baby and he was sure that she didn’t even realize she was doing it. He was worried because as time went on, the objects kept getting larger. Last night, somehow, she had moved the crib in front of the bedroom door when she woke up in the middle of the night for her bottle. He had ended up having to take the door off its hinges to even get into the room. Hearing his baby crying and not being able to get to her had scared him shitless. He’d ended up staying in the baby’s room all night to make sure nothing else happened.

As they talked, Jules had woken up and was beginning to fuss. Iris ended up taking the baby, giving her a bottle, and watching her abilities while still listening to Marcus. She was so good with little Jules, holding her, gently stroking her hair, whispering comforting words when she would get fussy. He saw books begin to float off the shelf in his peripheral vision, he got up to try and put them back, but Iris’ hand shot out, stopping him. She smiled up at him, raising a hand and pushing them back in place with her mind.

“I think I have something that will help.”

She stood up, still holding the baby, and went to her desk, grabbing a tiny silver cuff. She pressed a few buttons on the keyboard, bringing up various holograms all around the room. Marcus almost jumped out of his skin when she began to talk to an AI, sorting through her research until she found what she was looking for.

“This is my own design, it’s basically a bracelet that will contain Jules’ powers and abilities while she wears it. It’s waterproof, tamper resistant, and will only open with either your fingerprint or my own. As she grows, we’ll change the cuff size and lessen the suppression. When this little lady is old enough, the cuff will come off altogether and she will have full access to her abilities. The suppression will not cause her any harm or pain, I’ve made sure to try it on myself long term to be certain. This allows you to keep her safe without working yourself into exhaustion. We can meet a few times a month to assess her progress. This should help you all get into the groove of things, Marcus.”

He took the cuff, studying it, rolling it over in his hands. It felt like regular metal, nothing special. He titled it to see the inside. There were tiny sensors evenly spaced throughout and something that was blinking green. This was far beyond his paygrade as far as technology went. The fact that the woman in front of him invented this and was willing to use this to help ensure his baby’s safety was not lost on him. He was grateful that she had a solution, hopefully it would help.

“It won’t hurt her, right? I just want to make sure. Has this been studied long term? Are there any side effects?” he enquired, trying not to get too excited.

Iris shook her head as she lightly rocked Jules in her arms. “I’ve used this on myself, as well as some other children that have had their abilities show up a bit too early. I haven’t seen any drawbacks or side effects of the cuff so far, but I want to have you bring Jules in at least once every few weeks so that we can keep her closely monitored. You’ll also have my number, please feel free to contact me day or night if you have any concerns or if anything goes wrong. I’m here to help and it’s my main priority to make sure that this sweet girl can learn and grow safely, without the threat of her powers going awry. This problem is one that we can solve, Marcus.”

He nodded, her words were reassuring to be sure. Since he became a single father, he hadn’t really trusted anyone with the safety and wellbeing of his little girls besides himself. It was difficult to reach out and allow someone to help solve a problem when the one person he had trusted the most had shattered him. Iris was giving him a solution, she was asking for his trust in her and her science. He could do that for his kids, he had to.

Marcus handed her back the cuff, allowing her to delicately put it on Jules’ wrist. It didn’t even phase the baby one bit. She kept on as if nothing had changed at all. He let out the breath that he didn’t even know he had been holding. She seemed absolutely fine, content to be rocked in the good doctor’s arms. She handed her back to Marcus, allowing him to cradle his little one close.

The two adults scheduled baby Jules’ followup appointment for the next week so that they could see her progress and give Iris a chance to check the data and run some tests. They spoke for a few more minutes until Missy came up to get their attention.

“Daddy, I’m hungry.”

Iris got down on Missy’s level so that she could look her in the eye. “You did so well today, Missy. Thank you so much for playing quietly while your daddy and I talked about your baby sister. I’m very proud of you.”

Missy broke out in a huge grin, throwing her arms around the doctor’s shoulders.

“Will we get to see you again? Can I come and play here more soon?”

Iris returned the hug, smiling fondly at the little girl. “Your sister has another appointment here next week and you are more than welcome to come and play in my office again. It was very nice to meet you. I think your daddy will be taking you down to the cafeteria here for some lunch, how does that sound?”

Missy nodded enthusiastically, grabbing her father’s free hand and tugging him along.

“Thank you so much, Iris, I really appreciate all the time you’ve given us today.”

“The pleasure is mine, Marcus, really. I’m here to help.”

There wasn’t much more to be said as Marcus was dragged by Missy out the door and down the hallway, chatting about what type of lunch they were going to eat. The doctor stood in the doorway, watching the little family leave, happy that she could be of assistance. She liked Marcus, he seemed to love his children a great deal and was a good man.

As they got in the elevator, Missy’s sweet voice said, “Daddy, I like that doctor lady, she’s so nice. I hope we get to see her more. She’s so pretty!”

Marcus had to agree with his daughter, he liked Iris, too. He felt a tug in his gut telling him that he should get to know her more, that she was someone truly special. He decided then and there that he would try to make that happen.

#marcus moreno x y/n #marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno #we can be heroes #pedro pascal

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heliads · 4 years

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Rivalry

You and Peter Parker have hated each other since the second you laid eyes on him. Until one day, you don’t.

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You run your hands through your hair, exhausted. Lab work always seems to drain you, but your newest project is finally done. You step back, admiring the tidy lab with your neatly labeled test tubes and microscopes all back where they should be. You’re pretty sure you’re the only girl in New York to have her own lab since she was sixteen, but that’s just one of the perks of having none other than Tony Stark as your father.

You take one final look at your lab to make sure everything is in order, then turn on your heel and walk briskly out the door. Peter Parker is coming over in a few minutes, and you want to make sure you’re out of the labs and out of sight by the time he gets here.

Peter Parker. What a guy. You two have had the most intense rivalry since the second you laid eyes on each other. Something about him just makes your blood boil and your fists clench whenever he’s around you. He knows this too, and goes out of his way to make your life miserable. Whether it’s intentionally using lab supplies that he knows you needed, or lording it over you that your dad had made him a special Iron Spider suit and not you, you’ve learned quickly that it’s best to not even be in the same room as him. You’re not sure why you two feel the need to be so antagonistic, but you’re pretty sure it boils down to the fact that both of you want Tony Stark to think of them as his favorite, and so you compete endlessly for his approval.

Unfortunately, it appears you spent too long in your lab, as you see the brown-haired boy making his way down the halls of laboratories towards you. He grins viciously when he catches sight of you.

“If it isn’t Y/N Stark? How wonderful. I thought you were busy wasting people’s time in another part of the tower.” You glare at him, firing back an insult in turn. “Sorry, I thought wasting time was your job. Isn’t it true that you made Dr. Banner spend two hours with you on some chemistry homework?” Peter’s jaw tightens. “At least he wants to be with me, Y/N. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I want to get some work done.” With that, he pushes past you, leaving you to storm angrily off to your room.

That was just another meeting between you and Peter. Every time you came in contact, you had to one-up each other with the wittiest retorts or the most stinging insults. Everyone else in the tower knew about it too, with Nat and Sam trying to hold back their laughter after you two were forced to be in the same room together, or Dr. Banner doing his best to schedule work with you two several hours apart so you wouldn’t blow up at each other. Well, everyone knew except your dad. Somehow, he hadn’t managed to pick up on the obvious tensions, and he kept obliviously commenting on how smart the two of you were, and how he was sure you two were getting along well.

A few weeks later, you’re testing your own personal suit of armor on one of the tower’s launch pads. Tony had given you the basic suit, and you had customized it with different gadgets and gizmos to your heart’s content. Now, you calmly did trials of the different repulsors and systems, to make sure everything would work before you took it on a test run. Behind you, the door opens from the tower and you remove your helmet, expecting to see your father when you turn around. Unfortunately, it’s Peter.

“This area is in use. Go find another dark corner to inhabit.” You wave your hand at Peter, dismissing him, but the boy just walks closer to you until he’s just a few inches away, looking down on you with the overconfidence that only a height difference of a few inches can bring. “Actually, I think this one will be just fine.” Without looking, he fires a web from his wrist and jumps off of the building next to you, soaring away to another open space on the tower.

“Show-off.” You mutter, telling yourself you’re glad he’s gone. But then why can you still feel his hot breath on your face, and why are your cheeks heating up like this? You clear your throat uneasily, trying to rid your mind of these troublesome thoughts. He’s never bothered you like this, so what’s changed?

You’re lying in your bed that night, still pondering what had happened. Later, you had passed him in the hallways, and despite his usual remarks, you had only been able to summon up a few lackluster retorts before hurriedly walking past him. What was up with you?

You lay there for a while longer, thinking over the events of that day, when you come to a slow realization. Groaning, you cover your face with your pillow as if hoping to hide the regrettable truth.

You’re in love with Peter Parker.

Over the next few days, you do your best to not think about the boy. You go out of your way to avoid him, hoping that not seeing him for a while will cause your little crush to subside. Yet, when he finally crosses your path once more, your heart still gives a funny little jump when you see him. Great.

To distract yourself, you head to your lab once more. You’ve almost finished the final test on a prototype gauntlet, one that will be able to summon the full suit from just a ring on your finger. Luckily, it works, and you quickly stifle a shriek of delight before running out of the lab to go find your father and show him your newest invention.

Soon enough, you find him in another one of the labs. You slow down, realizing he’s talking to Peter and hasn’t seen you enter the room. You just catch his last sentence, and when you hear it, your heart drops like a stone.

“You know, kid, I’m really proud of you. Sometimes I wish Y/N could do the things you could do. Well, I have always liked you better than her, anyways. Wish you were my son instead.”

His words cut you like a knife. You freeze in your tracks, feeling your delight from your invention disappear in a flash. From across the room, Peter looks up at you. For some reason, he doesn’t look as happy as he should be. He finally got what he wanted, and now you are left with nothing but desolation. Silently, you make your way out of the lab and onto the roof so you can be alone with the tears that are starting to slowly slide down your cheeks.

However, it seems like the universe has decided to not even give you a little time alone. In a matter of minutes, you can hear the pad of Peter’s footsteps on the roof behind you. Sighing, you turn to him, wiping the tears from your face so he can’t have that satisfaction. “What, Peter? You already got what you wanted. My dad said he wishes you were his child instead and I was there to see it. Can’t you just leave me alone?”

Peter shakes his head, and you note that he looks surprisingly upset. “This- this isn’t what I wanted. I didn’t mean for him to say that.” You scoff. “Are you kidding me? Of course it’s what you wanted! The entire time I’ve known you, we’ve been at each other’s throats because we wanted Tony to like us the best. Congratulations, you won. Just-” Your voice breaks off. “Just leave me alone.”

You turn away from him again, but Peter’s hand is on your shoulder and delicately turning you around to face him. “I know that’s how it was at the beginning, but if I’m going to be honest, I kind of liked the rivalry just because.” He looks away from you, clearing his throat as if a little embarrassed. “I don’t want you to hate me for the rest of your life because of your dad. Can we at least still be friends?” You let out a derisive laugh. “Still friends? We despise each other!” Peter grins. “Yeah, because it was fun. Come on, Y/N, look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t look forward to seeing me because it was fun to insult each other.” When you look at him, you can’t say anything, but while you’re silent because you feel like you’re drowning in the liquid gold of his eyes, Peter attributes it to you agreeing with him and his grin broadens. “Exactly! I’m right, and we should move on.”

You roll your eyes, doing your best to will away the heat simmering in your cheeks. “Alright, we’re friends. But what am I supposed to do when I see my dad again? Just talk to him like I don’t know he wishes I wasn’t his daughter?” Peter grimaces at that, but his expression brightens after a few seconds. “Actually, I’ve got an idea. What if we switch the rivalry onto him? We’ll be close friends, as always,” (he ignores your snort of laughter) “And we’ll also ignore him. We’ll just disappear and make him deal with the fact that if he’s going to be a bad parent and say that stuff about preferring one son or daughter, he doesn’t get either one.” You look at Peter suspiciously. “That’s actually not a bad idea, but why are you doing this? You have no reason to help me at all, why throw away everything with Tony now?” Peter twists his hands uncomfortably. “I just feel bad about what he said. It’s my fault, and I don’t like knowing that I came in between the two of you like that.” You look him in the eyes for a heartbeat longer, then nod. “So let’s do it.”

Thus, you and Peter become closer than you ever have. The other visitors to the tower are stunned at your sudden friendship, with Nat eyeing you suspiciously when you happily greet Peter in the morning to Dr. Banner trying to surreptitiously take your temperature to make sure you’re not feverish. It’s surprisingly easy to be close to Peter, and you realize what he said was true- the rivalry was never about Tony, more about how fun it was to have a joking enemy.

Another thing that’s fun is watching Tony struggle to realize what’s going on. You and Peter disappear whenever he’s around, Peter not showing up to his scheduled lab times and you suddenly not visiting him. He’s tried to call you multiple times to ask where you were, and he’s even had FRIDAY ask you what’s up, but to no avail. You feel a gleeful satisfaction in messing with him, and it just feels like a worthy justice. You can’t describe how painful it felt to hear that your dad wished you weren’t his daughter, and so you feel justified in ignoring him.

Eventually, though, Tony puts his foot down. You’re working with Peter in one of the labs (the boy is surprisingly good with robotic systems) when Tony bursts through the doors. The two of you barely have time to look up when Tony stares at Peter with a menace you’ve never seen directed at the brown-haired boy and points to the door with one finger. “Out, Spider-Boy. I need to have a talk with my daughter.” Peter looks over at you for the briefest of moments, but you can only worriedly return his gaze before he turns to go. Once Peter is out of the room, your dad looks back at you.

“What are you doing? First, you’re suddenly best friends with Parker, then you’re ignoring me. What is up with you?” You raise your eyebrows at him and continue working. “I didn’t realize you knew that Peter and I didn’t like each other.” Tony scoffs. “Of course I knew, I’m your father. Now tell me, why are the two of you trying to avoid me? I haven’t done anything to you.”

At that, you can’t help but retaliate. “Really? You haven’t done anything? How about telling Peter that you don’t like me and you wish he were your son instead of having me as a daughter?” At Tony’s shocked expression, you continue. “Yeah, I knew about that. I was there, but I suppose you wouldn’t have noticed me while you were busy fawning over him. How do you think it felt to know that your own father didn’t want you?”

Tony’s signature smirk is slipping at the sides. “Don’t give me that attitude, Y/N, because I can guarantee you I know how it feels. Yes, I shouldn’t have said that, but why didn’t you just talk to me about it? We could have moved past this by now!” You slam your hand onto a table. “What, so I’m supposed to be the reasonable one here? This was your problem, and I shouldn't have to be the one to fix it.” You let your head fall down into your hands. “How many times has that happened? How many times have you bad-talked me to Peter, or your co-workers, or anyone? I’ve only caught you once, but you seemed so comfortable in saying it that this could happen all the time. I just wanted you to love me, but I guess you would prefer Peter.” You can feel the tears threatening to come, so you leave the room quickly so Tony can’t see you cry.

Peter is waiting for you just outside the lab, pacing in agitation. When he sees you, he looks up and moves to you. “How did it go?” All you can do is give him a wretched look. “Ah, that bad.” From down the hall, you can hear Tony opening the door of the lab. “Y/N? Where did you go?” Peter puts an arm around your shoulder, gently escorting you out of Tony’s field of vision. “Let’s go.’

He takes you back to your room, and you flop down on your bed while he closes the door. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Honest. I didn’t think it would go that far.” He sits down next to you, and you lean your head up against his shoulder. “It’s alright.” You look up at him, realizing something. “I didn’t think you knew where my room was.” Peter lets out a quiet laugh, wrapping his arms around you. “When I first got to the tower, Tony made sure I knew where it was, just in case something bad happened. He said he wanted to make sure I could come get you if there was an emergency.” You sigh dejectedly. “I knew he wanted to be a good father. He always did. It just hurt to hear him say he didn’t want me.”

Peter’s hand is soothing against yours. “Trust me, he’s blind to not want you. If I could see you everyday and keep you close, I would never pick anyone else.” His chest stiffens as he realizes what he said, and a light pink blush settles over his cheeks as he tries to explain himself. “Uh, because you’re my friend, and you’re nice and all.” You look up at him once more, reveling in the warmth of his body next to yours, and you can’t help the smile spreading across your face. “Really?” Peter lightly swats your arm. “Oh, shut up, you know what I mean.” You laugh at that. “Make me.” You expect Peter to deliver some witty retort like always, but instead, he closes the distance between the two of you and kisses you softly.

You’re left speechless, looking up at him in surprise. Of all the ways your rivalry would end, you never thought it would be like this. “See, this is nice. Peace and quiet.” You roll your eyes, but let a contented smile linger on your face when he leans over and kisses you again.

When your father finally dares to come into your room later that night, he just finds Peter gently holding you, both asleep in each other’s arms. Tony goes to leave, but despite his quiet movements Peter still stirs and wakes up. “Mr.- Mr. Stark?” Peter whispers, making sure not to disturb you. “Yeah, kid. It’s fine. Tell her I’m sorry when she wakes up.” With that, he retires soundlessly from the room, leaving Peter to admire your calm features. He loves you, and he’s pretty sure he always has since the second he laid eyes on you. Softly, he closes his eyes once more, falling back into a dreamless slumber with you resting by his side.

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagines #spiderman #spiderman imagine #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagines #avengers #avengers imagines #avengers x reader

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vintagedolan · 4 years

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now all i can think about is when e and lisa meet grays baby 🥺😭

(a lil continuation of this one)

He couldn’t think of a more perfect view than both of his girls sleeping. The only thing that would make it even better was to have his baby girl in his arms, but he was trying to be good, trying to let her get used to sleeping in her little bassinet so that she didn’t have to be held to sleep when they went home.

Still, he knew as soon as she made a peep he was going to have her scooped up and cradled against his chest - the thought soothed him a bit. He liked feeling useful, feeling like she needed him and he was going to be there, no matter what.

Five minutes later she let out the tiniest little whimper - a sleep sound, not one of distress. He didn’t care - it gave him the excuse he needed to pick her up with careful hands. He tried not to think about how one day she wouldn’t fit in his hands so perfectly. It already felt like she was growing too fast, and she’d only been in the world for a day. He stared at her little face for a few minutes, memorizing the contours of her nose, her tiny eyelashes that curled up perfectly, the wisps of dark hair on her forehead.

Grayson shifted her, moved her into the crook of his arm so he could use his free hand to trace over her cheek, smooth and soft. Her lip curled up on the side into a gummy smile, eyes still closed as he saw the little dimple in her cheek that would always be there anytime she smiled up at him.

“Hi baby girl,” he cooed, loving the way she stretched in his arms. Though he said it quietly, it still woke you up, and you couldn’t imagine a better sight to wake up to - your man with your baby wrapped up in his arms.

“You guys are so cute,” you hummed, getting his attention. He turned to you, beaming.

“Baby she smiled at me. She smiled, and she has a dimple on her cheek, look, I might be able to get her to do it again.” His excitement was contagious and you watched eagerly as he came over to sit gently on the edge of the bed, stroking her cheek again. This time, her lips curled up again and turned into a pout, shaking once before she let out a whimper that you already knew would lead to a cry.

“She’s hungry,” you sighed, lifting your arms up so he could pass her over.

“How do you know?”

“Dunno, I just do.” Sure enough as soon as you had her next to you she was latched on, suckling away happily, her hand in a little fist against your chest. You looked down and watched her, made up for the time that you were asleep and you couldn’t see her.

Grayson’s hand came out and brushed some of your hair back behind your ear, and he leaned in to press a kiss to your temple before he spoke.

“How yah feelin’ momma?”

“Oh you know, like I just pushed a baby out of me,” you chuckled lightly, careful not to move too much. He laughed with you, reaching to tilt your head so he could kiss you. You accepted it gratefully, still in your little bubble of bliss that had surrounded you for the last 24 hours. Just you and Grayson and your little girl. But you knew the world was still turning outside, and you knew there was something that Grayson was itching to do.

“When are Ethan and your mom coming?”

“Whenever you’re ready,” he answered, eyes still on his daughter who was already slowing down.

“Are they here already?”

“I told em to get breakfast, let you guys sleep.” It was true that he’d text them and asked them to stay busy until you woke up - the last thing he wanted to do was put any pressure on you to be ready for company when you were the one who had to be up feeding the baby.

“Tell them to come in 30 minutes, that gives me time to look human and get her changed and dressed,” you hummed, excited at the thought of getting to see them.

“Baby it’s Ma and Ethan, you don’t need to get ready. You look perfect.”

You scoffed. “Always so sweet, but I’m about 99% sure I look like a troll.”

He was already shaking his head before you finished, leaning in to kiss you again. You knew he was going to launch into a sickly sweet speech about how you were beautiful, his favorite, the best thing that ever happened to him. So you opted for distraction instead.

“Can you burp her while I brush my teeth and pee?”

“Yeah, but I’m following you in there.” You passed your daughter over like you’d done it a thousand times, so natural to place her into the crook of his arm. He moved her up onto his shoulder - her head didn’t even take up half the space.

“I’m fine.”

“You just gave birth.”

“The nurse went with me the first time and said I did great,” you protested. He rolled his eyes, leaning in until his nose was pressed against yours.

“Let.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. “Me.” Another, to your nose. “Take.” Your cheek. “Care.” Your other cheek. “Of.” Your lips again. “You.”

“Okay okay you win,” you giggled a bit, pushing on his chest gently. To be honest, you didn’t mind the idea of having him there to hold onto, and you used his spare arm to balance when you stood up from the bed. He moved with you slowly, keeping you steady as you made your way into the bathroom and lowered yourself onto the toilet.

“This is romantic,” you teased, peeing while you watched him pat your baby on the back, bouncing her just barely.

“Parental bliss.” He was laughing with you, beaming. It was a bit like he was glowing - that was the only way you could describe it. It just seemed to come so naturally to him, and you could practically feel the happiness radiating off him while you went through your routine.

All was well until he spoke up again, an excited “good girl!” echoing through the bathroom. You looked up at him in the mirror with a mouth full of toothpaste, incredulous.

“She burped!” He explained innocently, making you laugh. You spit in the sink and rinsed your mouth out.

“Thought you were talking to me for a minute.”

“Nah. 5 weeks and 6 days mama. But whose counting,” he winked, dodging a bit when you whirled to smack him. He giggled, careful to keep the baby still on his shoulder the whole time, even when he reached out to lead you back into the room.

It felt good to be up on your feet, and you took advantage of it, moving over to your bag and pulling out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

“Ready to ditch the gown?”

You set your feet wide and gestured down to yourself dramatically. “No way in hell am I letting Ethan see me like this, he’d never let me live it down.”

You were joking, but Grayson’s eyes grew serious. “I’ll smack him.”

“Kidding baby, he knows better.” He watched you hold the shirt up and quickly sat the baby down in the bassinet, moving over to you. You didn’t protest and let him help, from untying your gown to holding your shorts out so you could step into them.

Once you were settled, you checked the clock. Ethan and Lisa would be there in 15 minutes.

“Let’s get her changed, I wanna put her in a cute outfit before everybody gets here. You wanna pick it out or change the diaper?”

“I can do the diaper,” he offered, knowing that you’d be particular in what you wanted her to wear. You kissed him quickly, hoping he knew how grateful you were for him.

Even as you went over to the little duffle bag to start looking for clothes, you couldn’t help but watch him. He picked her up so gently, smiling his biggest smile at her and immediately putting on his dad voice, mimicking her sounds and cooing at her as she grunted and whined at the cold air. She was crying by the time he got to her diaper and you grabbed the first thing you touched - a black long sleeve zip up with large watercolor blue and purple flowers on it, moving over to them.

“I know baby, I know, daddy’s almost done, shh shh shh,” he worked quickly to clean her up, lifting her little butt up so he could slide a fresh diaper under it. You couldn’t help but remember when he had come into the bedroom a few months earlier to see him practicing on a baby doll, youtube tutorial pulled up. They’d paid off apparently, because he had her done up in no time.

You switched places so you could get her dressed, getting her feet through the pant holes before pulling it up her back so you could get her arms in the sleeves. She still cried quietly until Grayson reappeared at your side with a pacifier, which calmed her down immediately as you finished your work.

Clothed, warm and content you scooped her up and let her rest on your chest a bit while you relaxed back in bed, only a few minutes passing before you heard Grayson’s phone ring.

“You ready?”

“Yeah, bring it on,” you teased, giving him one more kiss before he disappeared into the hallway in search of his family.

In true Dolan fashion, you heard them in the hallway before they even made it to the door. Lisa was the first to appear, Ethan close behind, faces alit with excitement that melted away into awe as soon as they saw her.

“Oh my goodness,” Lisa gushed, already teary eyed as she made her way over to you. “She’s gorgeous. How’re you feeling? Tired?”

“A bit, but I’m healing up okay.”

Then it was a string of mom questions, from how latching was going to if you had enough nursing bras, enough ice packs. It was more comforting than you had expected to have another woman there with you - one you knew, one you trusted, one who truly understood what it was like to go through what you had.

“Lisa I have no idea how you lugged those two around for so long,” you teased, but they didn’t hear you.

Ethan was too busy staring over his mom’s shoulder, arm around his twin’s shoulders.

“I can’t believe you’re actually a dad bro. This is crazy.”

“I know. She’s perfect, isn’t she?”

“Tiny. I didn’t even know babies could be that small.”

“Wait till you hold her dude. It’s like you’re barely holding anything, and everything, all at once.”

“Can I?” He paused, looking between the two of you. “Hold her?”

“Yeah, yeah here, c’mere,” you reassured him, waving him over. You sat up, Lisa’s hand coming to your back to help you. Ethan leaned over, arms a bit awkward as he tried to position them.

“Here, like this.” Grayson moved to take her confidently, standing up chest to chest with his brother.

“Like a football. A very fragile football.” Grayson’s explanation made you laugh as you watched him pass your daughter over into Ethan’s cautious arms. He was still as stone, so hesitant.

“A very cute football,” Ethan mumbled, eyes wide in wonder. “Hi there, hi baby.” His baby voice was similar to Grayson’s, but just different enough. Lisa sniffled beside you, overwhelmed at the sight of her sons there with her granddaughter.

“She hasn’t cried yet. Probably thinks you’re me,” Gray grinned, bumping his shoulder just barely, turning his attention down to her. “That’s your Uncle Ethan lovie, he’s gonna get you into trouble I have a feeling.”

“Am not.”

“Are too,” you and Lisa said at the same time, making everyone laugh.

“Alright alright, hand her over, gimme my grand baby.” Lisa stood up, heading to the other side of the bed, hands out at the ready to get her turn. Grayson moved to take her place at your side with a proud smile as he watched them both fuss over his little girl. You couldn’t describe the warmth or happiness in your heart.

#anon #ask #this ending was SHITE but Im soft for uncle ethan uGH #c:newborn #g:blurb #blurb

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lesyeuxdeflwr · 3 years

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NOTRE AMOUR INTERDIT. [ OUR FORBIDDEN LOVE. ]

☆ warnings : cursing ( probably ) BOLD IS NARRATOR’S DIALOGUE. BOLD ITALIC IS [BLONDIE] RED LOCKS’ CHANNEL. Character names are kind of cringey since I based it on Ever After High characters.

☆ pairing : kuroo tetsurou x reader <3

☆ AU : EVER AFTER HIGH! x HAIKYUU!

★ sypnosis : You and kuroo weren’t the least ideal pairing if you were to be a teensy weensy honest to your own uneasy and scattered thoughts. Okay maybe SCARTCH THAT, you had to be MASSIVELY honest. I mean for real, the daughter of Belle and the Beast, a royal; coupled up with the son of the vicious Gaston, a rebel? Both of your parents and Headmaster Grimm thinks the both of you can seriously do much better. "If you’re a Royal. You must marry a Royal. If you’re a Rebel, you must marry a Rebel." The bullshit they would say. Apparently Kuroo and you thought the opposite.

★ author’s note : I haven’t wrote in so long 😇🙏 I myself find this absolutely cringe worthy but I tried 😬😬. I was and still absolutely in love with Ever After High so I just wanted to give it a try, like the idea just popped into my mind and wow "seems cool" 😱😔🙏😯✋🤨❌😐🙏

You and kuroo never wished to be stucked in both of your parents wretched legacies. It was something you never asked for and will never ever need. And ever since you knew you were destined to dump his ass just for a so Prince Charming and for you to be able to live happily ever after with that so called 'Prince', it was an definite no. Your story was just like any other tragic heck of of a love story. Just like Romeo and Juliet..but definitely without the dying part, you thought. And this time you were dedicated to stop the multiple dragging of the stereotypical cycle that had been stretched on for long ages and decades, it had absolutely sicken you to death. Kuroo and you were just teenagers. Both who love each other to death to even have the biggest confidence to rebel against your parents. Plus Kuroo wasn’t anything like his dad. His dad was arrogant, vicious, overly narcissistic, obsessive, and chauvinistic. While, him. He was everything you wanted. They never deciphered who he was, to them he was the exact embodiment of his old man. But to you he was just another smart closeted nerd who gave unfunny jokes, to you he was a dorky simp who’d make flower crowns whenever you had dreamy secret garden dates, to you he looked just about like a puppy when waking up with his unusually messier bed hair, to you he was your twin flame, your other half. Though definitely he was surely narcissistic from time to time but he was nothing too overbearing. It wouldn’t make sense if he was Gaston’s son and wasn’t at all manifesting and voicing out his arrogant opinions about his looks once in a while, right?

But you couldn’t really blame him either, he was just out-rightly plain handsome. You giggled lightly a hand over your mouth, that was your first thought about him. In your first meeting. It wasn’t really a fond memory of yours at first, before you started seeing each other. You two clashed bad, hardly any space to confine in between the both your petty arguments towards each other. You were as sensitive as him as he was as sarcastic as you. You’ve never even thought of about standing two feet near his as you’d say before 'Rebel ass'. But now here you were stroking his abnormally large rooster bed hair lightly while he had his head laid on your lap humming a cute song that had been both of your favorite song ever since you’ve introduced him to the diverse beauty of music. You should thank the Cupid of Ever After High, Yachi Hitoka for having you slowly grown off your slow burn wattpad kind of story and into the land of sweetness and absolute love. "Have you ever heard of the song 'Line without a hook'?" Kuroo had asked you kissing the top of your right, soft, and feminine hand as he stood up into a sitting position, laying his head on your comfortable and long neck. "No? Is that like a type of figure of speech or a slang term I missed hearing about? I swear Alisa always tells me the new slangs." Kuroo nodded through the crook of your warm neck. "It’s kind of like me telling you that I don’t think I’ll be able to live without you. You’re a big deal, a Royal, a princess, and I’m just a Rebel, a villain whose job was to ruin everything they surrounded. I’m a line without a hook, except I do have the hook. You. you were and will always be the hook to my line. But I’m beginning to wonder if you would really want to be with me. I mean you’re just so wonderful? So beautiful, so admirable—" Before he could even process on with his ramble you’ve already chapped his lips on yours, kissing him desperately like it was the end of the cruel world— a demanding but soft kiss. It wasn’t the even the first time you kissed but holy fuck, Kuroo had still heard his loud heart beating, enough to get him into a frenzy as he felt his knees grow weaker and weaker to your touch. The way you curled your fingers around his own, your own fragrance that he loved ever since, smelled like books with a hint of freshly baked cinnamon and strawberries. He wasn’t sure if nature rooted for this moment or if his mind tricked him into a perfect present, but every breath he took smelled like jasmine and for the first time since he’d known himself, he didn’t feel insecure because you who had been there for him, although he was too blinded with his own doubtful thoughts to see. Had basked him with affection and the warmth your body gave off. This time around he draped both arms around your own small frame and met your lips again halfway.

You’ve finally decided to rip the both of your lips from each other as you made eye contact with his soft hazel eyes, it reflecting so ethereally under the winsome hues of orange tangerine, mellow yellow, murky red the sunset had offered. "To start with I choose you and I will never choose anyone else, Kuroo. I will never not love you. You are so beautiful, so handsome. My love for you is so strong that neither a bank full of riches could break it down. Kuroo I love you, and I always will. Let’s go through this together, yeah? You don’t need to carry the burden for your own self, love. We’re in this, the two of us, together." Kuroo couldn’t help but spread a euphoric grin to his face as he tackled you into a tight hug under the cherry blossom tea. "I love you so much."

Lunch had came to Ever After High as you and Kuroo had pretended to despise each other through your expressions but something was different. He wasn’t as intense with his glares, it looked more nervous than it should have. Wait why is he standing up? Why is he carrying an enormous amount of pink roses in a big bouquet? Why are birds dropping petals around him, singing angelic and melodic tunes? Is he going towards your direction? You thought he wanted the both of you to be an unknown secret? Thoughts go through your thick head as you hadn’t notice Kuroo had already been in front of you. "You had made me realize that maybe, just maybe, we can be able to defy against all odds and stop the stereotypical cicrcle once and for all. So will you Beauty Y/n accept my public confession and mark this as our first day of not having to spend days and nights planning out hidden dates?" Before you could have comprehend your own body was not cooperating, your legs giving out as you find yourself already wrapped in kuroo’s sweet smell as he held you high up twirling you around, arms balancing you, and two goofy smiles plastered on your face. "Y/n? You and Kuroo a-are dating?" Alisa Haiba White, daughter of Snow White had asked so hesitantly. "B-but you’re a Royal? And he’s a..Rebel?!" She had opened both of her hands that looked like she was offering, transitioning over to you and Kuroo. "Totally awkward!" Terushima Yuuji Hood, son of Robin hood. Singing as he played a small rock tune on his guitar along with it. You ignored her and Hood as you stroll to the opposite side of their direction pulling Kuroo with you, he gave her an apologetic look shrugging his shoulders and obediently following you.

"A Royal dating a Rebel? That’s just not how the tale is told."

"The followed their true hearts! After all that’s kind of the things you do in True heart’s day? It’s in the title!"

"So fellow Fairy Tales! Red Locks here aka Tendou Satori, to give you reaction to the Royal Rebellious romance!"

"I think it’s hexcellent! Y/n and Kuroo decided to rewrite their destinies, what’s wrong with that?" Alisa can be heard and seen from the back, her cries and tantrums shown throughout the interview. — Interview answered by Sugawara Queen Koushi, son of the Evil Queen.

"I feel for them. I mean keeping secrets is hard.." Terushima can be seen trying to steal Kenma’s food failing as the red hooded boy, threatened him with his piercing gold eyes. —Interview answered by Kenma Kozume Hood, son of Red Riding Hood.

"A Royal and a Rebel? Heh. They’re from two different worlds—" Hot blazing fire shots towards Oikawa’s strong shield, a big and buff dragon towering over him. "I am trying to do an interview here!" He threw the shield on the ground as the dragon let out a whimper and sulked in fear. — Interview answered by Prince Oikawa Tooru Charming, son of Prince Charming.

"I’m worried about Y/n and Kuroo. If they don’t follow their destinies, their books could close...forever." — Interview answered by Alisa Haiba White, daughter of Snow White.

"Remember our quiz tomorrow, on Tiara sighs and future neck problems." You begrudgingly stride towards your best friend. "Alisa we need to talk." Alisa stopd up a sorrowful and worried look plastered on her face. "N/n this is hard for me. Which is a first because I usually handle everything so very well. I’m just surprised you didn’t trust me enough to tell me." Alisa’s hand shapes into a small crunched heart as she places it under her chin midway, into her second sentence. "I know. I just didn’t think you’d understand, well mostly because you’re very much strict in following our own destinies." Alisa creases both her eyebrows hand staying staying still under her chin. "I guess I don’t? It just doesn’t make sense to me. I don’t want to see anything bad happen to someone I care so much about." At this point Alisa’s arms were crosses against each other the clash of her eyebrows going even deeper.

"And so you’re telling me all these heart-shaped cakes are for your play...?" Headmaster Grimm had asked as he opened the white boxes that was offered. Cute shades of pink are shown throughout the exquisite designs of the heart-shaped cakes as it is shown in his line of sight. "Y-yeah for the play! T-they’re for the really funny scene, where Suna throws them at Yamomoto!" Yamomoto Taketora, the son of the Frog Prince. Had looked so done with his life blustering out a small, "Excuse me?!" Suna Rintarou, son of sleeping beauty. Went down the the Headmaster, as he winds up his shoulder throwing the heart-shaped cake at Yamomoto. "Very well." Both Yachi, Suna, and Yamomoto had sauntered down their shoulders a hard sigh of relief passing through their throats and out their mouths.

You walked through the rocky roads as multiple clothing, hair, shoe shops surrounded every corner of the side roads. You stopped at the shop Alisa was in your right hand touching the window as your longing gaze intenses, of course you would miss your best friend. "Hi Y/n." Duch Kōrai Hoshiumi, son of the Swan Queen had appeared in front of you suddenly as his voice held a gentle and almost desperate tone. "Duch. What do you want?" You let go of your lingering touch on the window as you walked to the opposite direction of the latter. "What do I want? My own happily every after, of course! And now that everyone knows that you’re dating a Rebel it looks like there’s one available. No hard cover books for you, boo." You look at him hurt and worried. You didn’t know whether to be worried of how he was so invested in ruining others life just because he won’t have his own happily ever after. Or be hurt by the way he told you that publicly dating Kuroo was the biggest mistake of you life. Why not just write your own destiny, like me, like Kuroo, like the both of us? "So you’re happy about Kuroo and I are dating, while my best friends aren’t happy? Maybe I did make a mistake..." Hoshiumi widens his eyes mentally slapping himself as the guilt slips in, he shakes his head. Not like he would tell anyone what he was actually feeling. "What?! No! You’re totally doing the right thing! Follow your heart...and..uh all of that.. sappy stuff.." He was too late for you were already running around the corners, laying in your shared dorm room with Suna. Am I taking back what I said to him? Am I doing the opposite of what I’ve promised to him myself? Am I going to stop ‘never not loving him'? But I can’t. I love him too much. But what about Alisa. You know what, fuck this. If she can’t accept who I love it’s not worth it to continue our friendship. We’ll keep on holding on to the person who we thought each other was rather than the present persona we have right now.

That’s what you thought.

"Sorry but I’m saving this for Y/n." Kuroo mutters placing a mirror frame with a picture of the both of you together, cuddly and kissy. The lanky teenage boy who had been rejected begins to find another seat but not without a nasty glare and an ugly leer to spare. Kuroo whistles a high pitches tune with his fingers between his lips. A squirrel and a bunny hop their way to the table wearing cute mini suits, arranging a fancy dinner plate set and an extra extravagant candle that lit up the moment it touches the table. "Hey Y/n!" Kuroo waves his thinly hand at you, clearing his dry throat. Two birds pass by you dropping your favorite kind of flowers. Tulips. And finally a hand-made flower crown is over her head, now dropping. He made the flower crown the way you like it. "Kuroo.. we need to talk." Kuroo has this sense of urgency, just from telling by the way you talked he could already comprehend it was something bad and he wasn’t ready. "Uhh..Y/n?" He never was and never will be. "I just— I thought this would be a good thing. You showing us we’re dating to the whole school. I thought it would take the pressure off but now...everything is worse." Kuroo can’t bare to look at you, if he did he would’ve broken down here and now. "W-what do you mean? I thought we were through this together? I thought I didn’t have to do this alone? Why does it feel like I’m drifting away from you again, but this time. This time it’s you whose the cause of it?" You could already feel the horror and grief you would during the aftermath of these heartbreaking events. "I-i don’t know, but what will happen to our stories, to our legacies, to our destinies. I swear I’m being such a hypocrite now but what if it is best? What if we really actually were not supposed to be for each other? I don’t want anything bad to happen to us, to you. I think— I think we should break-up."

"And so, as the Sun set in Ever After High. The students were getting fairest for the big dance."

You looked at the the side of your mirror a clear picture of you and Kuroo placed with a heart-shaped sticker. The frown on your face had become much more frowny, if that was even possible.

"Give it up for Semi Eita Piper!" Loud cheers of hilarity can be heard from the whole room as they danced to their hearts content to the cool music and beats Semi Eita Piper, the son of Peter Piper had in stored for them. "Now since True Heart’s Day hasn’t been spelebrated in such a long time I wanted to tell everyone what it’s all about. Once upon a time, there grew a very special tree. The Heart Tree. And even if the winter was harsh, and the other’s failed to bloom; the Heart Tree blossomed no matter what. And so, our Fairy Tale ancestors gave the blossoms to each other on True Heart’s Day. To show that even though it’s not always easy true love will always find a way. And so to encourage all of us to follow our true heart—" Petite and ethereal fairies fly all over the room dropping multiple numbers of hearts to the students inside each receiving colors of hot hot pink and lovely red. "Make sure to give yours to someone special to you!" Before you knew it you were already on stage with your friend, Yachi as you ask to take the mic from her and prepare for your small speech towards the only love of your life. "Excuse me— uhm can I? Kuroo? When I listened to my true heart, it tells me that you’re the only one. You’re my Prince Charming, villain or not. You’re my love, my everything, my twin flame. And I think you’re a fairy tale. I think you’re magical , and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you’ll let me be in your story once again." Kuroo was about to say something but Tendou beat him to it as his curious personality spikes him up as the son of Goldie Locks. "But how can you be a Royal and date Kuroo?" He looks at you intently as if waiting for your answer, hoping it would be a good one. "If writing our own 'Happily Ever After' means I can’t be a Royal then call me Beauty Y/n the Rebel!" You pointed your left pointing finger as the once worry wart look on your face had disappeared and was replaced with a jovial and confident smirk. "Kuroo? I want to give this to you, if you’ll have it." You grin at him awkwardly offering the small heart to him. "Of course I will, I can never resist you no matter what." He would’ve begged you either way to come back to him after the part but this was a hundred times better.

"Alisa! I-i’m so sorry I just had to do it and I love him so mu—" Alisa had approached you with a frown on her face offering her small heart just like how you offered Kuroo your own heart. "I might be worried about you, and I might think you’re doing the wrong thing, but I want you to know we’ll always be friends. That’s what’s in my True heart." You smiled widely at her, finally coming into good terms and resolved the issue once and for all. "Thank you Alisa!" You let out an insanely jovial glee at her. Dragging your bed headed boyfriend, you slow danced with him. "Do you think we could have cuddly sessions after these?" He asks hesitantly playing with the hem of your silk dress. "At our cottage in the forest Sir yes Sir." You bluntly said so serious that Kuroo can’t help but laugh because you were just absolutely too cute for your own good. He leans in your forehead, ignorant to both your height differences as he basks in his own enjoyment, happiness, and joy he is now currently feeling. He is happy, you are happy, both of you are happy.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x you #haikyuu x yn #hq #haikyuu #hq x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou #ever after high au #hq x y/n #hq x you #hq fluff

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bts-ficrecs · 4 years

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Any jungkook angst with no smut? Thank you!

yes hello. ‘tis me. Finally responding to you after 31498237 months.

i rarely read full on ANGST because my weak heart cannot take it, ok. So i don’t have a lot to share and most of the fics i read are pretty short. i don’t think any of what i read are series bc omg can u imagine a full on series with NO HAPPINESS!! I WOULD D WORD!!!!!!!1 sjadflakwe but i’ve included some angsty series in the 2nd half of this compilation!

as requested, no smut. i’m sorry if i missed something and it does have smut 🙏 also this ask made me realize how many angsty fics DO have smut involved, lololol we’re all a bunch of emo hornies and tbh,,, i’m not even gonna deny that 😂 ok ok i’ll stop rambling now.

* m/n: mai notes can also be read as “my notes”. ha ha ha wow i’m so punny.

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summary: For your loved ones, the people who are waiting at home, the people who have died - you will fight. And sometimes to fight means to sacrifice: who you really are and the person you really love.

⊱ ┄ Blue Orchids by @inktae

summary: You were eighteen years old when Jimin’s name showed up on your hand.

m/n: this is like… one of THE og bts fics and i will always promote it bc IT DESERVES TO BE READ BY EVERYONE

⊱ ┄ Delirium by @sseudanym

summary: What to feel, when it’s all gone.

⊱ ┄ Give Me Your Hands (I Will Pick the Stars for You) by mindheist (AO3)

summary: I miss you like the moon misses the sun, destined to chase you until the end of time.

m/n: this is the only mxm fic here. it’s jungkook x taehyung :) i hope it won’t deter you from reading it though! it’s an absolutely beautiful story.

⊱ ┄ In My Head by obiwrites (AO3)

summary: The one where you and your long time boyfriend aren’t on the same page

⊱ ┄ It’s Enough by @dark-muse-iris

summary: Preparing dinner reminds you of all the struggles you’ve experienced in your marriage. Your husband Jungkook, ever your anchor, tries to cheer you up with gentle words.

⊱ ┄ Mamihlapinatapai by @tayegi

summary: Mamihlapinatapai (noun): a look shared by two people, each wishing that the other would initiate something that they both desire but which neither wants to begin.

⊱ ┄ My Beauty, My Blood by @7cypher

summary: With Namjoon out of the picture, Jeongguk has to step up and be the sole successor to the organization laid out before him. However, guilt doesn’t escape him very easily, and neither does your persistence.

⊱ ┄ Resentment by obiwrites (AO3)

summary: It was an ugly kind of sad. The kind that kept you up at night, that weighed heavy in your chest and made you feel like you couldn’t breathe, it made you feel like molasses—made your limbs drag and your body ache. You’d heard of the physical effects of depression—but you weren’t expecting this.

⊱ ┄ The Train of Lost Souls by @inktae

summary: The moment you step inside the train, you are given two options. You can choose to live or you can choose to move on. You are dead, but it’s up to you to do something about it. The choice is solely yours.

m/n: ok so this is technically a Hoseok fic since the reader is interacting with Hoseok, but Jungkook is a part of this fic and IT HURTS ME SO MUCH SO I HAD TO INCLUDE THIS OK

⊱ ┄ The Swirling Ways of Stars by @inktae

summary: Jeon Jungkook doesn’t feel like home.

⊱ ┄ Untitled by @floralseokjin

summary: He noticed you almost instantly. Like the wind blowing autumn leaves past his heels, he felt you near him. His body an instant constant buzzing as he stood inside the kitchen, back against the counter where he watched you outside. The separation of the living area and the balcony window feeling miles away regardless of how close he was to you…how close you were to him…

⊱ ┄ We Were by @gukyi

summary: Not all once upon a time’s have happily ever after’s.

⊱ ┄ Water Ripples by @inktae

summary: It may be a mistake caused by unreachable forces, but it is not a curse, like some may think. Meeting each other, being able to touch each other but being forbidden to stay close beyond the limits of the sea could be considered torture — where is the pleasure in getting a taste of something you cannot have, an ephemeral spark in the night? in getting wings that can’t make you soar, no matter how many times they flutter?

m/n: i made the mistake of rereading this when i was compiling this list and yes i am crying again. hooo booyyy.

HAVE NOT READ YET:

⊱ ┄ Below Thunder Showers by @inktae

summary: Min Yoongi leads Earth with a stern hand and a pair of cold eyes. You lead a withered space station that’s been losing hope for years, mind tired and heart torn. Jeon Jungkook is no more than a broken soldier who’s slowly losing his humanity, but his longing for the rain keeps him tied to the ground. Three paths converge again when the two worlds clash, and as precarious as they were, it does not stop you from falling in love for a second time.

⊱ ┄ Blossom by @dimpled-gukkie

summary: “Blossom, blossom, blossom. As unexperienced as I may be in the field you really didn’t think I’d only bring one weapon did you? It’s no wonder your gang has gone to shit ever since your dad died, it’s clear that you’re incompetent as well as incapable of being a good leader.” He laughs, raising the gun to point at you. You raise your own and he just smiles again before setting his weapon down. “You know what, how about we do this the old fashion way? I heard guns weren’t your specialty anyways.” Shrugging off his coat you spot the long dagger tucked into his waistband. “Cmon sweetheart, show me just how dangerous you are.”

⊱ ┄ Contradict by @drowsymochi

summary: Jungkook is a name you hear often around the crowded city of Seoul, South Korea. Jungkook is the leader of Bangtan, a gang that has acquired a worldwide audience. The gang is stationed in Seoul, creating a feeling of uneasiness on the streets. Everyone in the city has been acquainted with one of the members at some time, being that they’re always around. For the most part, they don’t harm innocent civilians unless they commit a crime that the members find worthy of punishment. That penalty can range from bankruptcy, to torture and eventually death, which makes the city wary of their words and surroundings. If only you had been as terrified as everyone else.

⊱ ┄ Downfall by @donewithjeon

summary: Your hesitation cost you dearly, and you swore never to let it happen again.

⊱ ┄ Drown For You by @callistojjk

summary: There was something in that enormous tank, hidden in the murky water. All you knew was that you weren’t allowed inside the room and that it used to hold something dangerous.

⊱ ┄ Drag Me Down to Hell by @kimvtae

summary: There’s a darkness to your city, a murderous underbelly filled with crime and deceit that you’ve sworn to avoid at all costs. But the universe has funny ways of forcing your involvement in the form of a notorious mob boss and his young daughter.

⊱ ┄ Expensive Mistakes by @honeyedhoseok

summary: Your night spent swindling at the pool table goes left when your lackluster skills are found to be false, so it’s a good thing Jungkook has some supernatural abilities to keep D and his friends from recollecting their money–but his help comes at a price.

⊱ ┄ Fierce And Delicate by @mintseesaw

summary: Jungkook and y/n had been brought in two different worlds. Jungkook living an unfortunate life and y/n being controlled by her parents all her life. Despite the imperfect relationship, they completed each other like a puzzle there is. Jungkook has one promise he intends to keep: to always make you happy. In the process of fulfilling your wish he had once declined you of, he kept a secret from you. And unintentionally, he has done more damages than expected…Every action, and every decision… could be blamed by the flawed past.

⊱ ┄ Fallout Technical Report by @pantaemonium

summary: You knew you should not go into the darkness of night, even if your hope had run thin. The monsters were free to walk the earth, and some of them were still as human as you.

⊱ ┄ Fear in Your Eyes by @gukyi

summary: There’s a werewolf in that forest behind your house, they told you, and he’ll eat you before you can even beg for mercy.

⊱ ┄ First Light by @inktae

summary: “Have you ever felt like the world is too loud sometimes?” “No. For me it’s always quiet.”

⊱ ┄ Finding Beauty in Your Darkest Places by @jungtaeyoongles

summary: Everyone has their issues, and everyone deals with them differently. Jungkook thinks that avoiding his problems is the best option out there. AKA Jeon Jungkook is the newest patient at the Omelas Specialized Psychiatric Clinic, and he just wants to get in and out as quickly as possible so that he can go back to university and be with his friends again. Of course, that doesn’t work out according to his plan.

⊱ ┄ Gravity by @donewithjeon

summary: The universe works in mysterious ways. What you didn’t know was that the world would give you the best at such a young age.

⊱ ┄ I Got You On My Mind by @bangtanbombimagines

summary: In a world where soulmates can share thoughts, you never imagined that the sweet voice in your head would belong to a guy like Jungkook.

⊱ ┄ Lost Boy by @hoshikimatata

summary: You are the only girl Jungkook keeps coming back to, and you thought that made you the one to save him. But in the end, he’s the only one who can save himself.

⊱ ┄ Let Me Stay Close To You by @9uk

summary: You were finally free from the worst nightmare of your life in high school. The doors of college welcomed you with open arms, you were set on living your best life in here, away from the toxicity back at home. That shimmer of hope in restoring your life, was somehow effortlessly crushed by a tap on your shoulder. “Hey Y/N, why don’t you say we catch up for a moment?”

⊱ ┄ Left Behind by @bbfairy

summary: Every person is required to go through a series of tests to see if they’re smart enough to be a part of the upper, elite district. You and Jungkook are childhood friends. Jungkook’s dream is to live with you in the elite class, but deep down, you’ve always known that you’ll fail the exams. For ten years, you wrote letters to give him on the day of his expected departure.

⊱ ┄ Lie to Me by @hugseoks

summary: It had seemed so easy for you to move on, did you even care at all?

⊱ ┄ Pull Me Down by @starryeyedgukk

summary: “Do you regret it?” “What?” “Falling in love with me? It feels like I only weigh you down.” “I’ll let you pull me down to the depths of hell if that’s what it means to love you.”

⊱ ┄ Rooftop by @thelillzmonster

summary: An unrequited love burdens your fragile heart. And when an unfamiliar, isolated boy is thrown into the mix, you’re not sure whether it all turns for the better or worse.

⊱ ┄ The Burning Flame by @bangtanfanfiction

summary: You’re sent as a scout from the Academy into enemy territory, tasked with the mission to make sure their king doesn’t unleash another war on the four nations. During your quest, you get tangled up with a lone rider, as stubborn and hard as the scales of his dragon.

⊱ ┄ The Black Veil by @jungcock

summary: You never wanted to be a vampire, yet you had been 21 years old for the last 2 centuries. You never wanted a relationship either, yet you incidentally make a very human Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you, twice.

⊱ ┄ Waste It On Me by @byeoltoyuki

summary: Being a journalist, you were familiar with the concept of taking risks and pushing your limits to get the best story. But when a gangster by the name of Jungkook tries to involve himself in your quiet, safe personal life, you are forced to reconsider the limits of your comfort zone, your boundaries, your morals and even your feelings.

⊱ ┄ Why I Hate You by @floofyeol

summary: Jeon Jungkook’s only regret, is knowing her in the first place.

⊱ ┄ Watchdog by @kpopisthereasonihavenolife

summary: Being kidnapped, then ‘accidentally’ eavesdropping on a lot of Intel that was specifically not for outside ears, was definitely not your way of being ‘recruited’ into the mafia world. Much less end up with a companion who didn’t seem very fond of you, but stuck guarding and watching you. A Watchdog sort of man he was, and almost entirely too suffocating.

⊱ ┄ Written on the Sky by @inktae

summary: Time is, without a doubt, merciless.

⊱ ┄ What Happened by @bangtanfanfiction

summary: You and Jungkook’s relationship was on the tip of the edge. Is there any possibility to get it back up?

#so basically just read all of inktae's fics lol #bts fic recs #jungkook angst #bts scenarios #jungkook fanfic #yes i wrote 'smutties'#fite me #g recs #anon #f:jjk

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